Wonder Woman: Diana’s new duties

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Chapter One

Yeoman Diana Prince was anxious with nervous butterflies as she rode up the elevator with Major Steve Trevor. The two of them were on their way to the penthouse suite of Vladimir Kromov, the wealthy and influential ambassador of Estatvia, a small but prosperous European country. The event was an annual holiday soiree that only the top cabinet officials and officers at the Pentagon were invited to. It meant that the Estatvian ambassador looked favorably upon Major Trevor. However, this was the first time Steve had brought Diana along as his date, so Diana took it upon herself to look as attractive as possible. Anything to help Steve on his way up the chain of command. Diana naturally envisioned Steve as a four star general some day.

And so Diana had splurged and bought a long, backless bare shouldered silk evening gown with a plunging neckline to accentuated her generous cleavage. She also found a great pair of high heel pumps and wore her most expensive diamond earrings, necklace and bracelet to top off her ensemble. Diana had spent most of the afternoon at the hair dresser to get the perfect style, going along with the suggestion to wear her raven tresses up to show off her slender neck. Her makeup was perfect and she felt confident that her looks would stun any man in the room, especially the ambassador, and just maybe even Steve as well.

A very striking gentleman in a tuxedo and a young woman wearing an exquisite evening gown and jewels met Steve and Diana when they strolled into the spacious apartment from the private elevator. The silver-haired ambassador and his teenage daughter both smiled with gracious greetings. Diana saw from their appearance that their tastes were on the expensive side. The ambassador’s daughter was also extremely attractive with dark, exotic features.

“Sorry we’re late, Mr. Ambassador,” Steve apologized to the ambassador. “We ran into the usual traffic on the parkway. This is my assistant Diana Prince.”

“Hello, I am Karina,” the hostess greeted them. “We are so pleased you could come.”

“You are just in time, Major Trevor,” Vladimir assured them. “We were about to sit down for dinner. Diana, I would be honored if you would sit by me.”

Diana took the arm of Vladimir and allowed him to lead her to the lavishly decorated dining room table where other guests were taking their seats. What followed was one course after another of the most sumptuous food and wine Diana had ever tasted. She was charmed by the conversation of Vladimir Kromov, and Steve seemed to be getting along very well with Karina across the table. After dinner, the guests retired to the large living area where a bay of windows gave a breathtaking view of the city. For a brief moment, Diana imagined herself living with Steve in such a place. ‘I could definitely get used to this,’ Diana thought to herself as she admired a piece of art hanging on one wall.

Diana’s reverie dissipated when a voice came from behind her, saying, “Accept my apologies for leaving you alone. I thought you could use one of these.”

Diana was slightly startled and turned to find Vladimir standing next to her, holding out a glass of expensive French champagne.

“Thank you,” Diana said. “No apologies necessary. “

Diana Prince was not a drinker but she didn’t dare refuse the ambassador’s hospitality and risk offending him. She would do just about anything to make Steve look good in the ambassador’s eyes. “You have a very lovely home.”

“Thank you. It is truly my pleasure and honor to have you as a guest,” Vladimir said with a smile. “I believe Major Trevor is a very valuable asset to your country. I thought it was important to finally meet you as well since Major Trevor speaks so highly of you. After all, I believe the success of a man depends much on the woman behind him.”

“That’s what I’ve always tried to tell him,” Diana joked with a charming laugh as she sipped her champagne.

“So, you are admiring this paining?” Vladimir said, looking up at the painting. “My late wife picked it out. My tastes run more towards the traditional. Do you really like it?”

“Yes. It’s stunning,” Diana’s said in feigned interest. She had no idea what the abstract painting was about, but she didn’t want to appear unknowledgeable. She only hoped that the ambassador wouldn’t ask her something like what it meant to her.

“I have an incredible work in my study,” Vladimir told Diana. “Would you care to see?”

“Absolutely!” Diana agreed. She really wanted a peek at the rest of the lavish home.

Vladimir looked across the room at his daughter. Karina caught her father’s eye and gave him a smile. Then the ambassador led Diana away from the rest of the party and down a long hallway to his study.

“Do not worry about abandoning your companion,” Vladimir assured her. “Karina will keep him well entertained with her wit and charm.”

Once inside the study, Vladimir pointed out his huge painting and went to sit against the edge of his desk to watch Diana’s reaction. He was proud of his painting. It had cost him a million dollars.

“This is marvelous,” Diana exclaimed. She was actually enthralled by the huge landscape it depicted. She was sure she had seen this painting in an art book somewhere and was impressed by it’s staggering beauty.

“It is rare these days to find someone who appreciates fine art,” Vladimir remarked. He set his glass of champagne down and crossed his arms. “I know most American women do not wish to reveal their true age, but please indulge me. I would guess you were close to… twenty years of age?”

“Close,” Diana said, turning her attention towards Vladimir. She couldn’t help but be charmed by his attempt to flatter her and blushed.

“Major Trevor is a very lucky man,” Vladimir said. “If you do not mind my saying.”

“Not at all,” Diana said. She was starting to feel slightly dizzy and wondered if she already had too much to drink. The champagne was light but its effects were swift.

“How did you come to meet Major Trevor?” Vladimir asked, wondering exactly what the status was between Major Trevor and such a remarkable treasure as Diana Prince.

“I met him at the Pentagon,” Diana said. “I was assigned to Major Trevor’s office. After the war we were both reassigned to intelligence.”

“May I ask a personal question?” asked Vladimir.

Diana looked at Vladimir with slight unease and answered, “Yes…I suppose so.”

“How often do you and Major Trevor make love?”

Diana was astounded and her mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe the ambassador such a question. Before she could answer, Vladimir continued, “The reason I inquire is that Major Trevor appears to be under much strain. I have strong feeling it is because of his personal life. You are very stunning woman. Correct me if I am wrong but I would assume that you both make love to each other quite often.”

Diana’s stunned confusion gave way to indignation. How dare he ask me such a thing?

She replied tersely, “I’m sorry Mr. Ambassador, but even if I did have a personal relationship with Major Trevor, I don’t believe that would be any of your business.”

“Oh, but it is, Miss Prince,” Vladimir told her. “The success of my ambassadorship depends on the well being of my friends and associates.”

“This discussion is over,” Diana said with no concern over offending the ambassador now. She turned on her heels to walk out of the room.

“Stop,” Vladimir called out before Diana could take two steps. She was frozen in her tracks and thoroughly dismayed that her body would not react to what her mind was telling it to do. She dropped her champagne flute on the expensive rug and let out an audible gasp when Vladimir ordered her, “Turn around.”

Diana did as she was commanded and turned to face Vladimir. She was absolutely stunned by what was happening and uttered, “How…are you… doing this?”

“I placed something in your champagne. A little something I brought from my home country,” Vladimir said with a grin. “Now, let us continue where we left off. Answer my question now. How often do you and Major Trevor make love?”

“I…uh…” Diana struggled to speak other words, but she finally answered with a great effort, “we…never have.”

“Unimaginable!” Vladimir exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief as if to scold Diana. “That will not do. That will not do at all. Why have you not ever made love to him?”

“I…we…we’re not married,” Diana answered. She tried to fight against whatever was controlling her but it hurt her head to do so. It was easier to just answer.

“And why are you not married?” Vladimir inquired.

“Because! I…we… Our relationship is not like that…and…” Diana tried to answer with great difficulty because she did not really know the answer. At times she imagined being married to Steve, but she knew as an Amazon it was forbidden. “He’s very busy with his career. And I…I can’t believe I’m talking to you about this.”

“Believe me, it is for the best, Diana,” Vladimir told her and then said, “Come closer.”

Diana glanced toward the door anxiously as she stepped towards Vladimir and stood in front of him. She wished in her mind Steve would suddenly appear to rescue her from this bizarre situation. Diana opened her mouth to cry out.

As if reading her mind, Vladimir told Diana, “Do not call out. You would not want to cause an international incident, would you Miss Prince?”

Diana felt totally vulnerable and helpless. All she could do was hope that Vladimir would soon be through with his intrusive questions.

“Why are you doing this?” Diana asked.

Vladimir answered, “I will explain in due time.”

Please let this end now, Diana thought. She desperately wanted to leave and go to Steve. Diana pleaded to the ambassador, “Please… let me leave.”

“When we are finished,” Vladimir said. “Now, for my next question. Have you ever pleasured a man with your mouth?”

Diana gasped at the audacity of the ambassador’s question. This can’t be happening.

“Answer me, Miss Prince,” Vladimir commanded.

“N-No,” she finally uttered in embarrassment.

“Why not?” Vladimir asked.

Diana’s head pounded as she tried to resist answering. She couldn’t take the pain and finally answered, “It’s disgusting…I don’t want that in my mouth.”

“You said you have not had more intimate relations with Major Trevor, but has he ever requested it?” Vladimir asked.

“No! Never! He has the decency not to ask for something like that!” Diana insisted as her eyes welled with moisture. “He knows I would never do something so degrading!”

“That is shame,” Vladimir said as he took one finger and began to slowly trace the outline of her full lips. “To have such a pretty mouth go to waste. That must change, Miss Prince.”

“Stop that,” Diana said as she tried to lift her hand, but she couldn’t. She nearly choked with anger and disgust when Vladimir inserted his finger in her mouth.

“Since it is the holidays, I am going to give you little present, Miss Prince,” Vladimir said with a grin. “Kneel down in front of me.”

Oh Hera no! Diana thought. Please don’t let this happen! She tried to speak in protest but the ambassador’s finger was still in her mouth. Diana began to adjust the hem and material of her dress to get down in a kneeling position.

“You must realize something, Miss Prince,” Vladimir said as removed his finger from her mouth and began to unzip his tuxedo slacks. “Many men enjoy very much to receive oral pleasure from a woman. Especially a beautiful woman such as yourself. It makes us feel powerful.”

Diana watched in horror as Vladimir removed his hardening member from his tuxedo slacks. She tried to look away, but Vladimir told her, “Look at it Miss Prince. See it as a lesson to win Major Trevor’s undying affection.”

“Please,” Diana said as she looked up at Vladimir. “Don’t… do this.”

“It is for your own good as well as Major Trevor,” Vladimir replied. “Now let us have our first lesson in the art of pleasing a man, shall we? First, I want you to put your hand around here.”

“No… I can’t,” Diana cried.

“Forget about your moral sense of duty for the moment. Right now you will do everything I say. Put your hand around it,” Vladimir commanded.

Diana struggled, but it was of no use. Her hand slowly reached up and encircled Vladimir’s member. It was warm to the touch and pulsed in her soft grip.

“Now, stoke it back and forth, very gently, until it is fully erect,” Vladimir said.

Diana began to do as she was told and felt the ambassador’s penis expand and lengthen in her hand. Vladimir continued his instructions. “I want you to use your tongue now to move around the surface here.”

Diana gasped. Try as she might, she could not help but lean her head forward and part her lips to allow her tongue to come out and begin licking the tip of his shaft.

“Yes…like that,” Vladimir sighed with pleasure. “Now move on to the rest… up and down the entire length…do not stop moving with your hand…yes…just like that.”

Diana’s tongue moved smoothly up and down Vladimir’s cock as he watched in utter enjoyment. This was something he could never tire of watching. Major Trevor’s beautiful assistant on her knees before him, pleasuring him like a harem slave. Her soft hand around his fully engorged member, her glossy lips, her wet tongue, all gave him a rush of ecstasy. “Very good, Diana. You learn very quickly. Now, take it into your mouth, just the tip at first…and move your tongue around it… yes… perfect. Make it completely wet.”

As thoroughly dismayed as she was at having to do this, it wasn’t as bad as Diana thought it would be. She looked at the door and hoped no one would open the door to come looking for them. Undoubtedly, Steve was probably still talking to Karina. At least that was what she hoped even if it meant she might be seducing him with her girlish charms. It would be too humiliating for her to have Steve to see her like this. Diana wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. In a panic, she began to rush her oral stimulation.

“Slowly, Miss Prince,” Vladimir suggested, “Take your time. Savor it as if it was the most important duty you could ever perform.”

Diana heard his words and was overcome by a sudden arousal. As she slid her lips over his shaft and worked her tongue continually around it, she found herself enjoying the taste and sensation of having him in her mouth. Soon, Diana was taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, and Vladimir sighed deeply as he leaned back against the desk. He reached up and held her delicately by the back of her head to guide her back and forth. He took delight in how more and more eager Diana became as she suckled and licked him. Before long, the pleasure of her warm mouth was getting the better of him and the ambassador gently pulled out as he held her head back.

“That is enough Miss Prince,” Vladimir said with a grin. “As much as I wish for you to continue, I believe you grasp the gist of the lesson. As in my country, a woman’s mouth is only useful for one thing.”

Diana looked up at Vladimir in confusion. She almost wanted to keep going, but Vladimir told her, “Stand up, now, Miss Prince. It is time for your next lesson.”

Diana stood up and wondered what the ambassador was going to do next. Her mind struggled with the thought of wanting to leave and wanting to stay. Where is Steve? Diana thought.

“I have one more question, Miss Prince,” Vladimir said, and Diana immediately knew she wasn’t going to like what he was going to ask her.

“No…please…no more,” Diana begged. “Let me leave.”

“Very soon. We are nearly finished,” Vladimir assured her. “Have you ever experienced anal sex?”

Diana squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to block him out from her mind. This was too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She started to plead, “ Don’t…”

“Answer my question,” Vladimir commanded.

“No,” Diana answered in an agonized whisper.

“Well, there is no time like the present to experience it,” Vladimir said. “Come and lean over my desk.”

“Please, Mr. Ambassador. Don’t make me do this,” Diana cried as she wrung her hands together.

“It will not be as bad as you think,” Vladimir said. “Now, be a good little student and do what you are told.”

With utter defeat, Diana moved slowly to the desk and leaned over it, placing her hands flat on the dark wood top. She never dreamed anything like this would ever happen to her. All the desire for Steve’s success was not worth this humiliation. Diana inhaled sharply in surprise when she felt Vladimir reach for her dress to gather it and slide it up slowly, revealing her long, shapely legs and finally, her perfectly shaped behind. Vladimir let out a breath of excitement as he found the Major Trevor’s prim and proper assistant wearing sheer, thigh high hose held up with frilly garters and lace belt and a shiny pair of white satin panties.

“Incredible,” Vladimir said with obvious enjoyment. “At least you dress the part of a temptress, even if you do not take full advantage of your talents. This is sublime.”

Diana shut her eyes tight when she felt the ambassador cup her firm ass cheeks with his palms, groping and fondling them. He told her, “Spread your legs apart, Miss Prince.”

Diana spread her high heels apart. She shuddered when she felt Vladimir slide her panties down and then take her by the hips, placing the tip of his cock behind her. He told her, “You will feel pain at the beginning, but I believe you will soon find it very enjoyable.”

Vladimir inserted his cock and, without warning, thrust it in quickly as he clamped a hand over Diana’s mouth, anticipating a loud scream. Diana emitted an Uummmph!!!!” behind his hand. She tried to reach up to take his hand away, but he was too strong, and she needed both hands for support as he began to slam into her from behind.

“Let us not alarm the guests, Miss Prince,” Vladimir said as continued to fuck Diana’s tight ass in quick strokes. With his other hand he reached for the top of her dress and began to fondle and squeeze her full and generous breasts with vigor. “You have an incredible body, Diana. Major Trevor should be having you twice a day at the very least. I am confident I can remedy that. Your first lesson is to enjoy the full pleasures of sexual intercourse. The more you experience it, the more fulfilled you will become. Are you not you beginning to enjoy this a little more now, Diana?”

Diana continued to try and scream but it was no use. The pain was intense, but after several minutes, it began to decrease with every thrust. Except for her occasional fantasy of Steve Trevor, the idea of a man touching her was abhorrent, but soon Diana was being overcome with sexual tension and desire. She tried to fight the sensations, but Vladimir’s assault began to overwhelm her in ways she didn’t think possible. Incredibly, she began to feel the first stirring of an orgasm, which she had never experienced before. It was coming like an onrushing tidal wave of pleasure. When Vladimir had the first inkling that Diana was now enjoying the experience; he released his hand from her mouth and allowed her moan unhindered.

“How does it feel Miss Prince?” Vladimir asked as he gave Diana a few hard thrusts, jarring her body and making her head and back arch upward and her breast bounce.

“Unnnnh!!” Diana groaned as she gripped the edges of the desk. “Don’t!!…Stop!!”

“Of course!” Vladimir said with a laugh. “From now on you are going to be open to new sexual experiences, Miss Prince. It is time now for you to achieve orgasm. The first taste of what awaits you for many more times to come.”

Vladimir took both of Diana’s breasts that had spilled out of her dress and gripped them hard as he began a final assault of fast, hard thrusts. The ambassador rammed Diana hard against the desk, where she was on the verge of screaming out in ecstasy. She began to shiver with an intense climax as Vladimir began to explode inside of her. Diana was shuddering now, sprawled over the ambassador’s desk, gasping heavily as Vladimir continued hammering until every drop of his seed was pumped into her. After several seconds, the ambassador finally paused, gulping for air.

After Vladimir regained his senses, he pulled out of Diana slowly and gingerly tucked his cock back into his slacks. He gave Diana an appreciative, gentle pat on her smooth rear.

“Simply superb,” Vladimir said as he went around his desk to retrieve a cigar from his humidor. He sat down in his huge leather chair and relaxed, watching as Diana got up from the desk and began to pull up her panties and straighten up.

“Come, Miss Prince,” Vladimir beckoned to her. “Sit here on my desk for a moment.”

Still stunned and dizzy from her experience, Diana walked slowly over to Vladimir and sat up on the edge of his desk, the slit of her gown revealing her long shapely legs as she crossed them elegantly.

“We have a few matters to discuss before we return to the party,” Vladimir said as he lit his cigar. “I want you to listen very carefully to me, Miss Prince.”

Diana nodded meekly. Before speaking, Vladimir took a puffed of his thick cigar and blew a large plume of smoke in Diana’s face. “From now on, your sole duty is to keep Major Trevor completely happy and content. There are three important things you must remember. First, you must be a superb cook in the kitchen. Secondly, you must be the perfect maid in the living room. And thirdly, you must be an insatiable whore in the bedroom. Now, repeat those back to me.”

Diana’s will was completely broken, and dizzied by the cumulative effects of the sex, champagne, and cigar smoke, she repeated to Vladimir in a soft voice, “I am going to be a superb cook in the kitchen ….a perfect maid in the living room…and an…insatiable whore… in the bedroom.”

“Very good girl, Miss Prince” Vladimir said as he patted her thigh. “Now, the first thing you must do is quit your job as Major Trevor’s assistant. Keep your physique in perfect form and looking spectacular. Go to the library of and read some books to learn new sexual techniques. Please him fully in bed every night without fail. You must always keep surprising him with new and daring sexual techniques whenever possible. Soon, when you are married and share a home, you must meet him at the door wearing sexy lingerie and pleasure him with your mouth as soon as he arrives home. As well, you must also wake him up with glorious oral delights every morning before he leaves for his duties. That way, he is without tension and he will perform his duties superbly for your country.”

Diana looked at Vladimir in stunned silence, trying to grasp what Vladimir was telling her. As an Amazon, these were ideas and suggestions that went against everything she was ever taught or believed. No matter how hard she tried to fight against them, his words began to make complete sense.

“This will benefit you as well, Miss Prince. When you send Major Trevor off to work, you can rest assured in the fact that he is thinking only of you and will never be tempted by another. He will never look elsewhere when he has everything he needs at home, am I correct? Do you understand what I am telling you, Miss Prince?”

Diana took a minute to comprehend what he had told her and wondered why she hadn’t thought of all those things before. She took a deep breath and answered, “Yes.”

“When you leave here tonight, I want you to surprise Major Trevor by inviting him into your bed and providing him with long, slow, oral pleasures and then rousing sex. Believe me, he will be enraptured by your charms and love you all the more for it,” Vladimir told her with a sure smile. He rose from his chair and took Diana by the arm to escort her back towards the party. “Major Trevor has the opportunity to be very successful in his career, Miss Prince. It is up to you now to ensure his success.”

“You do wish for Major Trevor to be the best he can be, correct Miss Prince?” Vladimir said with a smile as they both walked back down the hall together.

“Yes, ambassador,” Diana said with smiling enthusiasm.

Vladimir let his hand slip down Diana’s bare back and gave her one more squeeze on her firm shapely rear before they reached the living room. Then, the two of them rejoined the party as if nothing had happened.

Chapter Two

Major Steve Trevor was at a loss. He had no idea what to make of Karina Kromov. Ever since she first laid eyes on him she had made it abundantly clear that she was interested in him. During dinner she had surreptitiously placed her hand on his thigh under the table. It was all Steve could do to keep from choking on his dinner when she brushed her delicate fingers over the crotch of his crisp dress uniform trousers.

And for some reason Yeoman Diana Prince was nowhere to be found to rescue him now Steve that he found himself cornered alone with Karina. She was brazen with her flirting, holding his gaze with her sparkling greenish eyes and touching his chest and arm while she spoke freely of her most intimate thoughts. It wasn’t that the Estatvian Ambassador Vladimir Kromov’s daughter was not attractive. On the contrary, she was blessed with dark exotic looks and a gorgeous body. It was just that she was far too aggressive for Steve Trevor, who preferred his female companions to be modest and unassuming. Perhaps someone more like Yeoman Diana Prince, whose work ethic he admired while he worked along side her at the Pentagon Army Intelligence division.

Despite his resistance to Karina, Steve could not risk making a scene and offending Karina or her father. It was even more difficult because he couldn’t help but be aroused by her naturally provocative personality and her suggestive conversation. It was if every other sentence out of her mouth was some sexual double entendre or discussion of some highly erotic subject. Steve pressed his back as far against the wall as he could as Karina stood inches from him. Occasionally she would secretly allow the back of her hand to brush his crotch.

Karina simply loved playing the provocateur, teasing and sexually taunting men until she had them in a frenzy over her. Major Trevor was no different. His stiff demeanor could not hide the fact that he was hot under the collar of his starched uniform dress shirt. And each time she let her fingers graze discreetly over the front of his pants, she delighted inwardly at the tell tale hardness of an erection underneath.

She was thoroughly disappointed then when someone else at the party suddenly snared Steve’s attention. She turned to gaze at her competition for Steve and spied Diana Prince entering the room filled with dinner party guests escorted by her father. Karina caught her father’s stare and the barely perceptible wink and nod he gave her. Karina seemed to read his eyes and suddenly turned off the heat with Steve.

“Diana,” Steve called out with a hint of relief. He was desperate to get away from Karina and Diana was just the excuse he needed.

The ambassador escorted Diana over to where Steve and Karina were mingling.

“Um, Diana, I think we’d better get going,” Steve suggested.

The ambassador seemed shocked. “So soon, Major Trevor?”

“I apologize, ambassador, but Yeoman Prince and I keep early hours at the Pentagon making sure there are no further threats of war in Europe.”

“Oh, but of course, Major,” Ambassador Kromov agreed. “It was a very dreadful situation over there. I have friends back home in Europe who informed me that the Gestapo committed the most outrageous atrocities there.”

“Yes, and that’s why we must excuse ourselves. It’s been an honor ambassador.”

The ambassador smiled and took a large puff from his cigar. “The honor has been mine, Major Trevor. I shall escort you and Miss Prince to the elevators.”

And so Ambassador Kromov walked with Steve and Diana to the elevators, along with his daughter where the four exchanged handshakes and aristocratic pecks on the cheek. When Karina leaned up to kiss Steve on his cheek, she made sure no one could see her hand as she gently fondled his crotch and squeezed it just to make sure he wouldn’t forget her. Meanwhile, the ambassador leaned close to Diana and whispered in her ear as he let one of his hands slide down her back and over the smooth material of her evening gown to cup and pat her left cheek.

“I want you to call me tomorrow the first chance you get, Miss Prince. I wish to know all the details of your evening with Major Trevor.”

“Yes, ambassador,” Diana whispered back, still under the suggestive state the ambassador had put her under with his mind control drug.

After the doors to the elevator closed, Steve could finally breathe a sigh of relief once he was out of the clutches of the Karina Kromov. He felt much better now that he was alone with Diana, who was always a calming influence with her gentle demeanor. The fact was however that he still had a raging erection on in his dress slacks that wouldn’t seem to go down. He only hoped Diana couldn’t tell how flustered he really was.

“Is everything all right, Steve?” Diana asked when the valet bought their car around. She noticed that Steve seemed agitated and he hadn’t said one word since they left the party.

“Everything’s just fine Diana,” Steve assured her with a stiff smile while he fumbled with the gearshift until the car lurched forward once before rumbling out onto the nighttime streets of Washington, D.C.

Diana sat back and tried to relax, but something about the whole evening was nagging at her. It seemed as if most of her memory of the party was erased from her mind. All she knew now was that Steve was going to drive her to her apartment and once they got there, she was going to ask him to come inside. The fact of the matter was despite the times she occasionally daydreamed of having something more than a professional relationship with Steve Trevor, this was not the sort of thing that she would have normally planned to do. Especially considering the sobering realization that she was, after all, born and raised an Amazon on Paradise Island where male companionship was neither sought nor required. But some urge inside her was making her feel more than just a little interested in Steve at that moment, and she couldn’t quite seem to figure it out.

When Steve pulled in front of Diana’s apartment building, her thoughts and feelings seemed to shift into overdrive. The normal goodbyes and friendly smiles would not be exchanged tonight. Instead Diana looked over at Steve anxiously.

“Steve, please don’t think this forward of me, but would you like to come inside for a cup of coffee?”

Steve was definitely taken aback by Diana’s question. At first he thought that he had misunderstood her. With her normally pristine demeanor and charmingly nervous at times around him, this was not like Diana Prince at all. Before he could think further about it, he answered, “Sure. I’d love to, Diana.”

At once he regretted his answer. This was just not something appropriate for an officer and his subordinate. But he pondered it a bit more and questioned himself. Why couldn’t he go inside Diana’s apartment for an innocent social visit? It was still early, and after all, they were both adults. Steve got of the car and gallantly went around to open Diana’s door. Then they headed up to her apartment.

Once inside, Diana was more anxious than ever. She tried to overcome an urge to touch Steve as he followed her into her living area. Instead she reached into her clutch purse and put on her black round bookworm style eyeglasses. She had purposely not worn them to the party since she didn’t want to ruin the effect of her stunning evening gown in a subtle attempt to capture Steve’s attention for once. But they seemed to comfort her in this nerve-wracking situation. Diana tried to distract her more intimate thoughts of Steve by asking him how he liked his coffee.

“Black. No cream or sugar.”

Diana smiled and took a deep breath, hoping that Steve didn’t notice that she was a bundle of nerves ready to explode at any second. It took her longer than usual to make the coffee. She couldn’t understand why she was feeling unusually nervous. She had to close her eyes and gather her senses for a moment before she could pour the steaming coffee into a mug.

When she came back she handed Steve a mug of java. When he took it, their fingers brushed and Diana felt a jolt of electricity tingle up her fingers and wrist. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the look on Steve’s face. She just knew he could tell that she was bubbling up inside with feelings she never dreamed possible. Her eyes inadvertently glanced down at his crotch, and she made a silent gasp when she saw his bulge tent upwards in the crotch of his uniform slacks. Her face blushed bright pink and she couldn’t get the words of apology to come out of her vocal chords.

Hera! Diana thought. What is happening to me? Why am I acting like a love struck schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher?

“Steve…I…” Diana began to stammer.

Steve looked at her with an expectant look. “Diana, are you all right?”

“Yes…I’m… yes, I’m fine,” Diana stuttered. Trying to steel her jittery nerves. Why do I want him kiss him so badly?

“Why don’t you sit down?”

“All right…I…” Diana couldn’t seem to get the words out of her mouth.

Steve could see that Diana was extremely jumpy. He had never seen her like this before. The way she was staring at him was unmistakable. It reminded him of the look on Karina Kromov’s face earlier at the ambassador’s party. It was an expression of pure lust. He just couldn’t fathom that it was coming from the usually staid Diana Prince. He was frozen in place on the couch.

“Steve, I don’t know what’s come over me, but…”

Diana could not get the next few words out. Simultaneously Steve and Diana looked deeply at each other. Then they clenched in a sudden embrace, pressing their mouths together in a warm sensuous kiss. Time seemed to stand still between them. A flood of pent up passion and unrequited feelings for Steve erupted within Diana. But despite the aching and overwhelming arousal she was feeling, there was still the deep-seated knowledge that this was something forbidden in her Amazon nature. Kissing a man? Much less kissing her superior officer Major Steve Trevor. She had to stop and catch her breath as well as her stunned senses.

Diana was flushed. “Steve… I’m so sorry…I don’t know what to say…”

Steve tried to grasp hold of the situation as well. “Diana, it’s all right.”

The two of them gazed with longing at one other, and neither could take their eyes off the others. Diana’s clear blue eyes seemed to pierce Steve inside and the burning erection in his slacks stirred even more. He had to kiss her again. And so the two of them engaged in a vigorous kissing session that became more and more heated. Steve’s hands roamed over Diana’s back while they exchanged swirling tongues.

Diana had not even bothered to remove her glasses before she started kissing Steve, and when she opened her eyes for only a moment, she discovered her lenses fogged over. This was becoming too much for Diana, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not make herself stop. Being held and kissed by Steve felt too wonderful too stop. It was better than anything she had ever imagined.

As seconds turned into minutes, their passion grew more passionate. Diana removed her glasses and the pins that held her long ebony tresses up in a stylish French twist, allowing the silken hair to cascade on her shoulders. She loved how Steve’s hands felt on her back. He was a great kisser, and it didn’t take much longer for Diana to feel the feminine urges that only mortal women experienced. Is this how it always is? Hera! How could I have let myself miss out on this experience? All Diana knew at that moment was that she wanted to make love to Steve Trevor more than anything in the world. But she couldn’t just stop and ask him. She had to make sure it was what he wanted to. And there was only one way to ensure that.

Steve gasped and tried to catch his breath when Diana suddenly broke the kiss. He looked at Diana with her hair down and without her glasses. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. The only person he could compare her to was… Wonder Woman. Frozen at the thought, Steve could only watch in amazement as Diana Prince stood for second to raise her evening gown just enough to allow her kneel comfortably in front of Steve. Then she began to loosen Steve’s tie and unbutton his crisp white dress shirt. He assisted in the proceedings by removing his dress uniform jacket while Diana finished opening the very last button just above his waist and tugged the hem of the shirt out of the waistband of his slacks.

Diana was breathless at the sight of Steve’s bare torso. Years of Army training had sculpted his physique into lean muscle. Barely able to contain herself, Diana leaned forward between his knees, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to kiss Steve on his chest. She let her lips and soft cheeks glide and caress over his chiseled chest and then ever so slowly over his hard stomach.

Steve couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this the same Diana Prince he had worked along side over the past years, together using their wits to battle evil in it’s many forms along with the occasional assistance of Wonder Woman? She was always so prim and proper and now here she was taking on the traits of the most wanton vixen. It was almost too much for his mind to take. First he was teased and seduced by the charms of Karina Kromov, and now his subordinate officer was all over him. He knew this was highly inappropriate behavior for either of them, but the raging erection in his pants kept him from resisting. When Diana’s hand slid up along his leg and paused over his bulge, he almost lost it completely.

When Diana felt Steve’s hardness, she was overcome with arousal. The urge to give him oral sex overwhelmed her for reasons she couldn’t comprehend. With urgency, Diana began fumbling for Steve’s belt, unbuckling it as fast as her fingers would allow. Within seconds she had unzipped his dress slacks. Before she reached in Diana looked up at Steve with her sparkling blue eyes, silently pleading with him to allow her to do what she wanted most.

Steve seemed to read her mind and only waited. Diana could not hesitate a second longer, she reached into Steve’s skivvies, brought out his throbbing erection and held it in her hand, fascinated. She had never seen a man’s organ before, and she wanted to look at it longer except for the fact that the urge to taste it overcame her. Without another moment to waste, Diana plunged her lips over it, engulfing it deep into the warmth of her mouth. She salivated at the taste, using her tongue to lap every inch, bathing it completely as she glazed her lips along the entire length over and over again. Diana could not get enough of it, never letting her modesty get in the way of showing Steve know just how much she enjoyed giving him this succulent oral pleasure.

“Ooooh, Diana,” Steve sighed. His head was laid back on the couch, eyes shut tight, and wincing at the incredible sensations that Diana’s mouth was providing him. This had to be the most incredible thing he ever felt. He was sure his cock was going to explode any second and just when he was on the brink of orgasm, Diana stopped.

He looked down and saw Diana staring at him with an expectant look. “Do you like this, Steve?”

Steve was at a loss for words. Of course he liked it, but it seemed so wrong somehow. This intimacy didn’t seem appropriate for two people who weren’t married, never mind that they were worked closely together. All he could do was nod and then groan when Diana picked up where she left off, slurping and kissing his shaft with enthusiasm. And she kept up that enthusiasm for nearly an hour, driving Steve to the brink of orgasm and then back over and over again. Diana had no idea that her actions were implanted in her psyche. All she knew was that she had a deep urge to make Steve happy, and this was the way to do it.

Diana Prince, born an Amazon on an island of women where men were forbidden, reveled in the thought that she was pleasuring a man that she had grown to admire and care for more than any other person since the time she left that island and traveled here to “man’s world.” Steve was brave and trustworthy, ever patriotic with All-American ideals. How could she not care for him? It only seemed proper that she show him how much. But is this enough? Should I ask him into my bed? That would show him how much I care for him! She wanted to keep suckling Steve’s cock, but Diana became even more aroused at the thought of making love to him in her own bed. At once she stopped.

Steve was disappointed that Diana had paused again and opened his eyes to look at her. He could have sat there on the couch forever running his fingers through Diana’s hair and caressing her cheek while she bobbed up and down in his lap. He wondered, what now?

“Steve, I know this improper. But I’d like for you to come into my bedroom with me.”

Steve was in near shock. First the usually timid and chaste Diana was pleasuring him, and now she wanted him to sleep with her. Was this really happening? Steve was raised in a strict household in a time where things like this were frowned upon. A woman never slept with a man before marriage, unless she was a woman of ill repute. But Diana was far from that. He had no idea what had brought all this on, but his self-control could not be held back any longer. He had to have Diana, no matter what it cost his conscience.

He stood up, taking Diana forcefully by the hand and leading her to the bedroom. Once there, the two of them began to undress in the dim light glowing through the window blinds, both casting lustful glances at each. When Diana let her gown slip down her entire body, Steve was breath taken by her nudity, her perfect supple breasts, her slender waist, her flared hips and her long sensuous legs. Her Army uniform never hinted at anything remotely like the perfect picture of femininity that stood before him. Once again, the startling image of Wonder Woman in all her glory flashed through his mind. But at this moment Diana Prince was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Diana, warm and breathless, allowed Steve to pick her up and carry her to the bed, where he lay her down and then climbed astride her naked form. Both of them were jolted with a sudden need for modesty, and they quickly climbed under the bed sheets. Once they were snug and comfortable under the covers Diana and Steve once again began to kiss each other passionately. Their hands were free to explore one another and Steve took full advantage of Diana’s firm mounds rubbing his palms over them while he kissed her neck. Diana, driven with desire, let her fingers graze over Steve’s back and buttocks, leaning close to lick his ear. The two of them were breathing heavier now, filled with excitement.

Steve was feverish with arousal. He wanted to take Diana right there and now. He shifted his hips between her legs, bracing his arms above Diana’s torso so he could look down on her face and watch her look of anticipation. When he slowly eased the head of his cock into Diana’s moist slit, she winced with the initial stab of pain. Once her maidenhood was broken Steve plunged his engorged member into the hot sheath of her sex until he filled her to the hilt. Diana uttered a long soft moan of ecstasy. “Aaaaaaaaaaauuunnnhhhhh!”

Steve felt Diana’s fingers dig into his hips as he brought his cock out and then thrust it in again, filling her even deeper this time. It was difficult to give in the confusing emotions of guilt mixed with pleasure. But there was no turning back now. Animal instinct took over and all Steve could think to do was fill Diana Prince’s tight sheath with his aching pole. It seemed as if she were gripping him, and every nerve in his body was exposed.

“Unnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh! Diana!” Steve groaned.

Hearing her name called out in ecstasy by the man she cared for so much aroused Diana to no end. Her body was responding in ways that she never imagined. She met Steve’s forceful thrust with her hips, bucking up against him, urging him deeper and harder by pulling at his back, then lifting her knees and wrapping her long legs around him. Nothing prepared Diana for this experience. Could it be that everything she had been taught about men by her mother and sisters on Paradise Island was wrong. Surely if they could feel like this, they would change their minds. Diana was so overcome with emotion for her lover.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! Steve! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”

The entire bed was shaking now, as the two bodies thrust and quaked, gasping, licking, shaking, fondling, kissing, quivering, moaning, skin slick and sliding against each other. Steve was furiously pounding Diana into the mattress, grunting with eyes shut tight, jaw clenched, and muscles bunched as his hips drove hard between her legs. He didn’t want to stop for anything.

On and on they made love into the night, turning and flipping over from the missionary position so Diana could straddle Steve’s loins and ride him. She rubbed her slick velvet walls back and forth for endless minutes and then bounced up and down on Steve’s steel rod until she was near tears with ecstasy.

Steve reached up to fondle and knead Diana’s generous mounds. He suddenly felt the urge to ram Diana again in a superior position so he rolled her over on her back until they were sideways on the tangled bed sheets with her head thrust back over the edge of the mattress, mouth open, gasping for breath, breasts heaving, leaning up to kiss and bite Steve’s chest as the exquisite pleasure of Steve’s rigid pole overwhelmed her senses. She allowed him to tuck his arms under her legs so that her ankles her over his shoulders so he could penetrate her even deeper.

“UUUUUUNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Steve bellowed as his body seized up in a blinding climax, slamming hard into Diana’s sopping pussy.

Diana was thrilled and excited by Steve’s out cry of passion. She screamed out with intensity, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

Both bodies, melded together in one last gasp of heated thrusting, tensed and pulsed like a humming electrical wire. Steve erupted inside Diana’s pussy, shooting load after load of his seed deep into her feminine womb. Ever aroused, Diana had to bite her lip to keep from screaming again at the top of her lungs. Her body shuddered with a series dizzying multiple orgasms. Steve had stopped his thrusting, but Diana’s hips pumped up and down, attempting to milk every last drop from Steve’s red and sore cock.

Steve uttered one last sigh before he collapsed in an exhausted heap atop Diana. After the last gasps for air and body tremors settled into a deep rhythmic breathing, the two lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter Three

When Diana Prince awoke the next morning, a big smile crossed her beautiful face as the memory of the night before flooded her mind. She turned over and found Steve Trevor sound asleep next to her. She hummed contentedly as she snuggled up to his chest.

Steve opened his eyes and sat up with a start when he realized where he was. “Diana! We’ve got to get up. We’ll be late for…”

“Relax Steve. It’s Sunday morning.”

“Oh.” Steve calmed down. After a minute to clear his senses he began to remember their previous evening. Then he turned his full attention to Diana and placed the palm of his hand on her face. “Diana. Last night was incredible.”

Diana was thrilled at Steve’s words. “I thought it was incredible too.”

Steve seemed to be at a loss for a moment.

“What’s wrong?”

Steve told her, “Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never felt anything like this before. I guess I’ve kept my feelings for you pent up inside all this time we’ve known each other. I have to apologize for last night. I don’t know what got into me. This is not something that I would ever do. You know I would never want to take advantage of you.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Diana assured him. “I’m the one who should apologize. I don’t know what came over me either.”

“Well, it’s happened. We can’t go back now.”

“Would you want to if you could?”

“No.”

“You said you’ve been keeping your feeling pent up inside. How do you really feel now?”

Steve smiled. “I’m pretty sure that I love you.”

“Oh, Steve. I love you too.”

The two lovers embraced and kissed passionately. When they came up for air, Steve spoke first. “Diana. I know this is sudden, but I’ve never felt so right about anything in my life. This is usually done in a more traditional way with the man on one knee with a ring, but I can’t wait another second to know the answer. Diana, will you be my wife?”

“Oh, Steve! Yes!” Diana gushed. “Of course I will!”

Diana Prince and Steve Trevor did not get out of bed for the rest of the morning.

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Later that afternoon after Steve reluctantly left for home, Diana had no idea why she had the sudden urge to call Estatvian Ambassador Vladimir Kromov. An assistant answered and she was promptly put through to the ambassador.

“Good evening, Miss Prince.”

“I apologize for disturbing you at home ambassador, but I for some odd reason I felt the urge to call you to give you some good news.”

“Yes, my dear, what is it?”

“Steve Trevor and I are going to be married.”

“That’s wonderful news Miss Prince! Congratulations to you and Major Trevor.”

“Thank you ambassador.”

“So, when and where is this special event to take place?”

“As soon as possible. Steve and I can’t wait to be together!” Diana informed him, sounding more than thrilled. “But we haven’t made arrangements for the location yet.”

It was amusing to hear the tone in Diana’s voice. His intricate mind control suggestions had worked to perfection. And Diana was totally unaware that her natural feelings for Steve had been enhanced even more so that all Diana cared about was being with her man. Now it was on to the next phase of his plan.

“Diana, I must insist that you and Major Trevor be married at my country estate. It’s just outside of Fairfax and it would be perfect for an outdoor wedding.”

“That’s very generous of you, ambassador! But I couldn’t impose on you.”

“Think nothing of it, Miss Prince. I am a romantic at heart and it would thrill me to personally attend the nuptials of such two fine citizens of your great country.”

“I don’t know what to say, ambassador.”

“Just say, “yes”, Miss Prince.”

Diana felt an odd sensation in the back of her mind. It was if she was being mentally prodded somehow but she knew that was impossible. She wrote it off to being slightly exhausted from the marathon sex that she had been engaged in with Steve all day. The vivid memory of lying on her back on the living room floor and being rammed hard by Steve between her legs suddenly flooded her mind. She quivered and had to close her eyes for a moment and capture her breath while her left hand holding the elastic phone cord began to stray down between her thighs.

Ambassador Kromov heard panting on the other end of the phone and smiled. He knew exactly what was happening and allowed it to go on for a while before he finally spoke.

“Diana?”

Diana gasped and popped opened her blue eyes. “Oh! Ambassador! I’m sorry!”

“That’s quite all right.”

“Forgive me. What were we just talking about?”

“I was merely waiting for your answer.”

“Answer?”

“You will have your wedding at my estate this coming weekend, won’t you?”

“Yes, ambassador,” Diana said plaintively. “This weekend.”

“Then I will give you over to my daughter Karina, who is my assistant in such matters here at my home. She will gladly make all the necessary arrangements with you. Better yet, why not come to my estate immediately? That would be the best thing to do, yes? Then after you meet with my daughter you can tell me all about your experience with Major Trevor last night. Then we can discuss your future plans as Major Trevor’s wife.”

“That’s a very good idea, ambassador,” Diana responded. She felt that odd sensation again but brushed it aside with her mind. She had to get dressed and get ready to visit the ambassador. And something told her she had should wear her most flattering underwear.

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Diana awoke before dawn the next morning with virtually no memory of the evening before. The last thing she recalled was driving to Ambassador Kromov’s estate and meeting with Karina to plan her wedding. She gently rubbed the valley between her thighs and felt a raw soreness there. She could only assume that it was from the marathon sex session she had with Steve the day before. But try as she might to recall a further meeting with the ambassador, her mind was overwhelmed with other concerns. So she cleared her mind and tried to focus on one thing at a time. The first thing Diana did was call Steve to let him know that she was reluctantly taking the week off to plan for the wedding. Steve assured it was more than all right and he would clear it at the Pentagon. The second thing she did was steel herself for a very important decision she had to make. She took a deep breath, stood in the middle of her living room, spread her arms apart and twisted at the waist once to the right before reversing direction and turned the other way until her momentum carried her into a full body spin. A flash of light filled the room and Diana Prince was magically transformed into the defender of justice, Wonder Woman. With her red white and blue satin costume, which accentuated her slender figure, curved hips, smooth thighs and long shapely legs. Along with her red and white boots, shiny red earrings, gold tiara, belt, bracelets and lasso, a gold eagle was emblazoned on the bustier enveloping her generous cleavage. The beautiful raven-haired heroine was now equipped for a special errand. She traveled by running at top speed through the waking city. In a flash she arrived to where her invisible plane was hidden and climbed in. She took off toward the early morning horizon, and within an hour the supersonic jet landed on Paradise Island. Once there she wasted little time to collect her startled sister Drusilla to return with her to Washington D.C.

“Thank you for coming along with me, Dru,” Diana said with a sisterly smile for her teenage sibling as the jet sped across the ocean. Only slightly smaller in stature than Diana, Drusilla was every bit an Amazon. And though not as classically beautiful as the statuesque Wonder Woman, Drusilla held her own with her fresh natural looks and spunky attitude. Her dark shoulder-length hair flipped up and bounced on her shoulders when she turned to look at Diana after gazing toward the horizon toward where she thrilled with the anticipation of visiting man’s world once again. Her eyes twinkled with a hint of her naturally mischievous nature. Along with an eager smile, Drusilla’s restless spirit got her into trouble many times on previous visits to see Diana in Washington D.C.

“I was shocked that you actually came to get me. I think this is the first time you’ve ever wanted me to come and see you. Usually I have to either just show up or I have to make an appointment months in advance just to spend five minutes with you.”

“You’re exaggerating, Dru,” Wonder Woman pursed her lips. “You know how busy I am at the Pentagon and, well, you know…”

“Do I ever!” Drusilla rolled her eyes. “By the way, when are you going to finally let me stay with you permanently? It’s boring back there on Paradise Island. I’m dying for some action just like you!”

“That’s partly why I wanted to talk with you. As you can imagine, fighting the forces of evil in man’s world takes a huge amount of responsibility. In addition to my duties at the Pentagon, I barely have time to sleep. Well, some of that is about to change.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, to put it simply, I’m going to settle down a bit.”

Drusilla furrowed her brow. “Settle down?”

Diana took a deep breath. There was no use putting off telling Dru. “I’m getting married.”

Drusilla’s eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open. “Married?”

“Yes. To Steve Trevor.”

Drusilla leaned back in her seat and smirked. “Diana this isn’t like you. You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Steve Trevor!” Drusilla giggled and then practically swooned. “Hera!”

“I want you to be my maid of honor.”

Drusilla was stunned into silence for the first time in her life. Finally, after she managed to take a deep breath to calm her rattled nerves, she was able to speak. “Diana! You know you can’t marry Steve Trevor.”

“I know what you’re going to say. It’s forbidden for an Amazon to marry a man, but Dru, you have to understand something. Steve and I were meant to be together. I feel it in my heart and in my soul like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“What will Mother say?”

“You mustn’t tell her!” Wonder Woman exclaimed. “Promise me! I’ll tell her myself.”

“When?”

“After I’m married. Now promise you won’t tell Mother.”

“I promise,” Drusilla said with remorse. Then she realized something. “Diana, you’ll be banned from Paradise Island!”

“I know. That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Steve and I will be together.”

Drusilla had to catch her breath again. She couldn’t believe this. Finally the most obvious question came to her. “Diana, have you told Steve about…you know…that you are…”

“That’s another thing I wanted to discuss with you. Once I’m married, I’m going to devote all my time to Steve and making him happy. We’re definitely going to have children.”

“Diana! This is too much…”

“And that’s why I’m going to need you here.”

Drusilla perked up. “What do you mean?”

Diana lowered her voice to a whisper. “I won’t be Wonder Woman any more.”

Drusilla gasped. The words would not compute in Drusilla’s mind. As the statement rolled around in her head, her lips struggled to form words of her own. All she could to was stare dumbfounded at her sister.

“Do you think you you’re ready to take over as Wonder Girl?”

Drusilla swallowed hard. This was something she had dreamed of ever since her sister had left Paradise Island for man’s world to join in the fight against Germany’s evil plans for world domination in the form of U.S. Army Yeoman Diana Prince and her alter ego Wonder Woman.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am. You’re the only one I could trust to handle this. Sure you’re young and impetuous and unbelievably stubborn at times, but you definitely have the heart and the fortitude for it.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. All you have to do is get used to the idea that you will be fighting for justice from now on in man’s world.”

“Hera,” Drusilla whispered at the realization of what was being thrust on her.

“It’s a big responsibility. Think you can handle it?”

Drusilla sat up straight in her seat and looked Diana straight in the eyes. “Definitely.”

“Good.”

After a pause to let the moment sink in, Drusilla turned to Wonder Woman. “So when are you going to tell Steve that you’re an Amazon?”

“Not just yet.”

“Diana!”

“I’ll tell him in my own time.”

“Diana, you can’t keep a secret like that from Steve.”

“I know. I will tell him…”

“After you’re married, right?”

“Yes.”

Drusilla shook her head. Despite her youth, she knew this wasn’t right. But what could she do? Tell her Mother? She could not break a promise from one Amazon to another. Deep down she was ecstatic for Diana. To be married to a hunk like Steve Trevor. It was just too much to imagine. But imagine she did.

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Major Steve Trevor walked briskly down one of the maze of hallways of the Intelligence Division inside the Pentagon until he found the door marked Major Peter Shafter. Steve stepped in and was greeted by a buxom blonde secretary busy stuffing files in a cabinet dressed in a Yeoman class Army uniform, which fit extremely tight at her shapely bust and hips. Steve noted that her nametag read ‘Benson.’

“Yeoman Benson,” Steve inquired. “Is Major Shafter available?”

Yeoman Benson seemed confused. “Do you have an appointment with Major Shafter?”

“No.”

“Oh,” The blonde said, as if she had been given the answer to a very vexing question. Then just as quickly, her attitude changed and she asked in a syrupy sweet voice, “Then who may I say is here to see him, sir?”

“Tell him it’s Major Trevor.”

“Yes, sir,” Yeoman Benson said. She got up and strutted over to Major Shafter’s private office door. She tapped lightly on the glass before peeking in. “Major Trevor is here to see you, Major.”

Trevor heard the unmistakable bellow of Major Peter Shafter. “Trevor? What’s that Boy Scout doing here? Hide my Playboy magazines, Yeoman, and send him on in here!”

“Yes, Major!” Benson chirped and politely showed Trevor in. With her perfect posture and statuesque body, she reminded Steve Trevor of one of those glamorous models on the game shows who gestured to the big prizes.

Steve hesitated a moment before entering. Major Shafter was a fellow career Army man who went through officer training at West Point and led brave troops in World War II with Trevor. He was straight up guy, but there was only so much Trevor could take of the boisterous personality of the blustery hot dog. He stepped into Major Shafter’s office and found him with his feet propped up on the desk, casually smoking a cigarette while he reviewed an intelligence report. Once Yeoman Benson flashed Trevor a sparkling smile and closed the office door, Shafter tossed the folder aside, jumped out of his chair and exchanged a crisp salute and then slung his arm out to grip Trevor’s hand in a firm handshake.

Major Shafter whispered conspiratorially, “What do think of my new secretary? Smoking, isn’t she? Her first name is Bunny if you can believe that! Did you get a load of the peaches on her? And those legs go on forever. She’s a church going girl though. Her thighs are snapped tighter than a beaver trap. I’m slowly wearing her down though.”

Trevor shook his head. “Same old Shafter.”

Major Shafter laughed. “You know it. What the hell brings you down my lonesome corridor, Stevie? I was beginning to think you forgot about your favorite war buddy. The one who pulled your sorry butt out of a sling so many times I lost count.”

Steve winced at the name ‘Stevie. He hated when Shafter called him that. But he couldn’t help but chuckle. “As usual you have that backwards.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Isn’t swearing against department regulations?”

“Getting a soldier not to swear is like trying to teach an old dog a new trick, Trevor. It just can’t be done.” Shafter grinned while he stubbed out his cigarette butt. “Have a seat, soldier. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted you to be one of the first to know…”

“What? They’re bumping you up to General already? Goddamn!”

“Not quite. But the news is just as exciting. I’m getting married.”

Shafter blinked in astonishment. “You gotta be shitting me! Jesus H. Christ Trevor! All this time I thought you were light in the loafers. I can’t remember how many times I tried to get you laid. Unsuccessfully, I might add. Hey, remember those two pretty young French lassies we met after Normandy who were just dying to show their appreciation after we liberated their cowardly excuse for a country?”

“How could I ever forget? You remind me of it every time I see you.”

“Shit sticks! This calls for a celebration!” Shafter exclaimed as he promptly yanked opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam and two glass tumblers.

“We’re on duty, cowboy,” Steve admonished his friend.

Shafter unscrewed the bottle and poured a splash into both glasses. “Aw, c’mon Trevor. I know you’re a goody-two-shoes teetotaler and all, but you need to let loose every once in awhile. Hell, its not every day you get engaged to be married, now is it?”

“I suppose not,” Trevor said, accepting his tumbler of liquor.

Trevor and Shafter tapped the glasses together. Shafter grinned. “Bottoms up!” before tipping his glasses and draining while Steve merely sipped at his.

“So, who’s the lucky dame that gets to be Steve Trevor’s baby maker?”

“Yeoman Prince.”

“Yeoman Prince? No kidding?” Shafter whistled under his breath. “You know I always knew behind those bookworm glasses and that pinned up hair she was hot to trot.”

“Careful, Shafter, that’s my fiancée you’re talking about.”

“You know I’m just busting your balls Trevor. All I’m saying is it’s always those prim and proper ones who are like cats in heat in the sack once they take their glasses off and let their hair down. Did I ever tell you about this librarian I went out with once? She showed me a few things that I never thought a woman could do with her…”

“I need a best man,” Trevor interrupted quickly.

Shafter was stunned into silence. But soon he was rattling on again. “Damn Trevor. I’m touched. I really am. This is an honor. I hate to admit it, but I’m actually envious of you. In all seriousness here, old buddy, and you know I’m never serious, I’m happy as hell for you. Diana Prince is a real catch.”

“I think so.”

“So, you need some advice on how to make her sing in the sack?”

“Okay, I’ll be in touch with the date and everything,” Trevor said, setting his glass down and getting up from his chair.

“Hey not so fast choir boy! As best man I must inform you that there is a bachelor party to be had. I have to hire the strippers, order the booze…”

“No bachelor party,” Steve insisted, staring Shafter square in the eye just to let him know he meant it.”

“Are you serious?”

“‘Serious as a heart attack’ like you always say.”

“Damn Trevor, that’s simply un-American! When did you turn Commie on me?”

“Talk to you soon, Major Shafter,” Trevor said as he exited the office.

“This doesn’t mean I can’t have the bachelor party in your honor without you there!”

Chapter Four

“You may kiss the bride.”

Major Steve Trevor and Diana leaned toward each other and joined their lips in a passionate kiss. Then the two of them turned to the guests gathered on the plush lawn of Ambassador Vladimir Kromov’s private estate. The bride in a lace and satin wedding gown Diana smiled prettily and blushed as the numerous guests applauded enthusiastically but politely. Most of them were officers in full dress uniform of nearly every military rank who either worked at the Pentagon or had met Steve Trevor on his way up through the Army ranks. One of the more enthusiastic guests near the front row was Etta Candy, one of Diana’s best friends at the Pentagon. She was a portly curly-haired Army Yeoman like Diana who was practically swooning at the thought of seeing her friend finally tied down and married, to Steve Trevor of all men. She was thrilled and jealous at the same time.

The string quartet began to play the traditional closing marriage theme. The newlyweds began to stroll down the aisle, exchanging smiles and well wishes from the guests. Once they passed the final row of guests in their chairs, Steve and Diana passed under the raised sabers of two rows of twelve West Point officer candidates who were brought in especially for the occasion. Once the pair passed by the last two cadets, one of them gracefully brought his saber down and swatted Diana on her rump with the flat part of the shiny blade.

“Welcome to married life in the U.S. Army Mrs. Trevor!” the young cadet exclaimed with a smirk.

Diana turned her head and gasped. Mostly in amused surprise but also at being addressed as Mrs. Trevor for the first time. It was both exciting and frightening. But she had little time to let it fully sink in as the guests began to come forward and mob the pair in the reception area overlooking the lake behind the estate.

The first to congratulate her was Ambassador Kromov. Diana thanked him profusely for taking on the fatherly role of giving away her away during the ceremony. He told her it his honor and kissed her on the cheek. He whispered into her ear before he let her hand go. “Come inside the estate in an hour. A servant will show you to my private office. I have a special wedding gift I would like to give you.”

“Thank you, ambassador. You’ve been too kind,” Diana gushed.

The second to reach Diana and wish her well was her sister and maid of honor Drusilla, who encircled her with a warm embrace. “I’m so happy for you, Diana!”

“Thank you Dru. That means so much to me.”

“All right, step aside and let me congratulate the bride!” Drusilla’s escort and best man Major Peter Shafter bellowed in his usual blustery manner. He elbowed his way to Diana and grabbed her in a bear hug, lifting her gently off the ground while finding a way to nuzzle her on the cheek.

“You owe me a dance later, Yeoman Prince, I mean… Mrs. Trevor.” Shafter said, clearly emphasizing her new title with great delight.

“Certainly Major Shafter,” Diana smiled. She squirmed, embarrassed by the Major’s boorish behavior. She looked for escape and spied Steve; with the breast of his Army dress uniform a field of medals bars and ribbons, smiled and beckoned to her from across the lawn. He was trapped in the midst of a crowd of guests. She hoped no one, especially Steve, had noticed that Major Shafter had one hand on her rear. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to join Steve in the reception line.”

Major Shafter smirked as he watched Diana escape to join Steve in receiving the long line of well-wishers. She looked stunning and radiant in her white chiffon wedding gown. The hard on in his tuxedo slacks was straining to get out. It killed him to know that Steve Trevor was going to get to bang her brains out tonight on their honeymoon. He hardly even noticed that he was still arm in arm with the maid of honor, Drusilla Prince, Diana’s kid sister. She was cute and everything, but to Major Shafter, she was too young for him and certainly not in the same league as Diana, or even Yeoman Bunny Benson, his buxom assistant who was smiled shyly at him from across the lawn. One of these days he was going to get under her tight skirt, and when he did… What was it about weddings that made him so damn horny? Well, he decided right then and there that come hell or high water, he was going to get Yeoman Benson in the sack, and he was going to give her the old Shafter 21-gun salute soon if it killed him. But first he had to ditch this teenybopper.

“Hey, kid, you don’t mind if I mingle a bit do you?”

“I’m not a kid!” Drusilla insisted, a stern look on her face. “And I think it would be very rude if you left me alone during the reception.”

“Yeah, sure, sorry, it’s just that, I…uh…”

Drusilla was well aware where Major Shafter’s attention was aimed. She saw the look on his face when he noticed the blonde in the tight satin dress and veiled hat across the lawn. Drusilla decided then that she was up to the competition for the Major’s attention. And just maybe she would capture an Army Major for herself, just like Diana.

“Who is that woman?” Drusilla asked.

“What woman?”

“The blonde in pink lipstick and the hat?”

“Oh that woman. That’s Yeoman Benson, my assistant back at the Pentagon,” Shafter smiled. He sensed a bit of jealousy in Drusilla’s tone and decided to play along. “Quite a looker isn’t she?”

“If you like that type,” Drusilla sniffed.

“I tend to go for that mature type of woman.”

Drusilla seethed inside. “What’s so special about her that I don’t have?”

“Experience.”

“Oh?” Drusilla arched her eyebrow. “What sort of experience?”

Major Shafter smiled. He had known girls like Drusilla before. All you had to do was act a little interested in another type of woman and they practically threw themselves at you. Typical competitive female genes he guessed. He took another look at the teenager and decided maybe getting intimate with her might not be so bad after all. At first he thought she seemed immature, but now the look in her eyes told him there was more to her than he thought. She just might be the kind of girl who was a wildcat in bed once you got them going. Besides, he wasn’t in the mood to get shot down by Yeoman Benson again. He could always play one against the other and make Benson jealous too. Then he’d have both of them eating out of his hands.

“To be honest with you, kid… I mean... Drusilla. Yeoman Benson is just the kind of woman I find irresistible.”

“Why?”

“For one thing, she doesn’t believe in the word ‘no’.”

Drusilla blushed. She knew exactly what that meant. Her dander was up now. If this was his way of challenging her, she was going to give him exactly what he asked for.

“I’m just as mature and experienced as she is, I can assure you,” Drusilla insisted, practically stamping her foot on the ground.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s so.”

“We’ll see about that,” Shafter chuckled. This kid had moxie. He would give her that.

Just then, Karina Kromov announced to the crowd that they were about to begin the reception festivities. “Would all the eligible single ladies step forward to the dance floor? We are going to have the traditional tossing of the bouquet by our lovely bride!”

The first to rush over was Etta Candy. She strutted with purpose while elbowing the thinner young girls out of the way so she could get the prime position where Diana was to toss the flowers over her shoulder. She definitely believed in the superstition that whoever was lucky enough to catch the bouquet would be the next to marry. Within minutes, a small group of single girls, many of them the daughters of the military officers attending the wedding, stood ready in suspense. Diana smiled brightly, turned her back to the girls while the drummer in the reception band played a drum roll. She heaved the bouquet over her head and behind her back into the crowd. As the bouquet arched through the air, Etta Candy shoved the girls on either side of her out of the way. She thrust out her ample behind to knock a couple of other girls off balance so she could go for the flowers. But it was not enough. At the last moment Drusilla snatched the flowers from right in front of her. Drusilla beamed and hugged her sister while the guests applauded. Etta Candy looked on shooting daggers at Drusilla with her eyes.

Karina came forward and approached Diana and Steve. “And now, Major Trevor, this is the part where you remove a garter from the leg of your beautiful bride.”

“Oh, Steve, I really don’t want to do this,” Diana blushed. She couldn’t help but notice a mad dash to the dance floor from the cadets and young single officers.

Steve chuckled. “Oh, come on Diana, it’s a harmless tradition.”

With great reluctance, Diana was led out onto the middle of the floor where a single chair was placed. Steve took a seat and Diana stood before him, turning bright pink and smiling with embarrassment. The band began to play a provocative tune usually reserved for burlesque shows. Diana reached down to lift at the hem of her satin wedding dress while Steve pushed the crinoline underneath out of the way so he could gain access to Diana’s shapely leg. The guests looked on eagerly and saw that Steve’s bride wore sheer white stockings and white patent leather pumps that accentuated the curves of her legs. Steve made a grand spectacle of taking Diana’s frilly garter and sliding it down her thigh, past her bended knee, along her calf and past the turn of her ankle until he removed it completely. Meanwhile the cadets were practically drooling and panting at the sight. In the middle of the bunch Major Shafter was grinning like a starved hyena.

Major Shafter whispered under his breath to the cadets and younger officers under his rank, “Anyone makes a grab for that garter and I’ll make them wish they never did.”

All the bachelors froze and took one tentative step away from Shafter.

Steve Trevor smiled and turned his back to the men. Another drum roll began and he swung his arm up in an arc and tossed the garter. A drum cymbal crashed as Major Shafter causally snagged the satin garter out of the air while the men around him looked on dejectedly. In the midst of applause, Steve and Diana began the first dance while Shafter strolled over to Drusilla twirling the garter on his finger.

“I’ll bet that was a thrill,” Drusilla said with a smirk.

“Yep. Just like those flowers you snapped up like they were going out of style.”

Drusilla gave Shafter a mischievous grin. Shafter returned it and leaned close to whisper in Drusilla’s ear, “Why don’t we find someplace a little quieter so we can…talk.”

“Sure, why not?” Drusilla said, and took Shafter’s arm. The dance floor was crowded and none of the guests noticed Major Shafter and Drusilla sneaking off toward the mansion; no one except Yeoman Benson, who narrowed her eyes and shot daggers in Drusilla’s direction. How dare Major Shafter take off with that young hussy! She was practically a child! She crossed her arms and sat down with a pout. First thing Monday morning, she was going to show Major Shafter a thing or two about being around a real woman.

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Diana was overwhelmed by the celebratory excitement of the wedding. There were so many congratulations and well wishes from people she barely knew or hadn’t even met. She never realized Steve had so many friends. The thought of getting away from it all for a moment to meet with Ambassador Kromov inside his estate was a welcome idea. She entered through the rear of the mansion and was met promptly by a servant who led her to the ambassador’s private office.

“Welcome, Mrs. Trevor,” Ambassador Kromov greeted Diana from behind his massive mahogany desk after the servant excused himself. Vladimir was amazed at how beautiful she looked in her intricately laced wedding gown. Already, he felt a stirring in his slacks.

Diana couldn’t help but smile giddily. It was taking some getting used to being referred to as “Mrs. Trevor.” As she neared the ambassador Diana felt a strange sense of déjà vu. In some odd way, she felt like she had been here before. There was faint memory that she could not quite grasp, like a waking dream, where she was sure she had met with the ambassador in a similar setting. She blinked and pushed it aside.

“Ambassador, I can’t even begin to thank you for all you’ve done. Karina did a wonderful job on all the arrangements. It couldn’t have been any better. It was just perfect.”

“Think nothing of it. It was our honor,” the ambassador replied. He did not rise from his chair, as one would usually do when a woman walked into the room. Instead, he merely stared at Diana with a dark mischievous look in his eye. Diana stood before his desk, unsure of what to do next.

Finally, the ambassador spoke. “What else may I do for you, Mrs. Trevor?”

Diana was slightly confused. Didn’t he ask her to meet with him? “I’m sorry, ambassador. I thought you wanted me to meet you…”

“Ah, yes, so I did,” he said. He took a fresh bottle of champagne and poured two chilled flutes. “But first, a toast.”

Diana began to protest. “Oh, professor, I’d rather not…I…”

“Nonsense. You cannot turn down a toast from the ambassador of Estatvia. You would not want to start an international incident would you, Mrs. Trevor?” the ambassador said, pretending to be very offended. Diana held her breath until Kromov broke into a smile and winked at her. He handed her a flute of champagne and said, “I thought not.”

“Thank you,” Diana said with a giggle of relief realizing the ambassador was only joking.

Ambassador Kromov watched Diana intently as she sipped from the glass after they gently clinked the crystal flutes together. Before she had entered his office, he had sprayed the interior of her glass with a special dose of his mind control drug that contained a blend of aphrodisiacs and narcotics. They chatted a bit about the wedding, and as the minutes ticked by, he noticed how her remarkable face seemed to become flushed, as if she was overcome by a sudden fever or a rash of pink-faced embarrassment. Her sparkling blue eyes glazed over, and she appeared somewhat sleepy.

Diana felt as if she was going to pass out, but the lightheadedness passed as quickly as it had overcome her. She had to take a deep breath and steady herself. She couldn’t help but giggle suddenly, and covered her smile with one hand, blushing uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry, ambassador…(giggle)…I don’t know what seems to be the matter with me.”

“Perhaps it’s the champagne along with the excitement of the day?”

Diana giggled again, louder this time. She felt very warm and tingly all over. The champagne was certainly intoxicating, but she did not temper herself. “Maybe you’re right…oops!” Diana dribbled a bit of her drink down her chin and nearly spilled her glass as she steadied herself. Then she giggled some more as she attempted to wipe her chin. Ambassador Kromov was amused by her sudden tipsiness and handed her a clean handkerchief.

“Forgive me ambassador, I don’t know…(giggle)… what’s come over me.”

“That is quite all right Mrs. Trevor.”

Diana felt sudden warmth inside, a subtle arousal that seemed to heat up her entire body. She looked at the ambassador and felt an overwhelming urge to make love to him. No matter that this was her wedding day and she had just married Steve Trevor. She wanted Ambassador Kromov and she wanted him now. She wanted to suck his cock, and she wanted him to fuck her…hard. But she couldn’t just come right out and say it. She was a woman, and proper women didn’t do things like that. But as a woman it was certainly her prerogative to let her feelings be known in more subtle ways.

“Call me Diana, ambassador,” Diana said, batting her baby blue eyes in a flirtatious manner. Without any self-consciousness, she placed a hand on the lapel of his tuxedo jacket and rubbed it provocatively up and down his chest. Suddenly, her face was inches from his, as if daring him to kiss her. She looked up at him with an expression that was nothing but heated desire, but she wasn’t about to say how much she needed him.

Kromov’s erection was straining harder now. He wanted to throw her down on the rug and ravish her, knowing for a fact that she would not protest one bit, but he knew it was best to savor the situation just a bit longer. The seduction was the always the best part of the conquest. He wanted her to beg for it but he glanced at his watch. There was not as much time as he would have liked. During their first encounter during the party in his Washington D.C. apartment, he had violated her virgin ass and her glorious mouth in his private office. Now it was time to take the first rights to her sweet slit now that she was a newly married bride. Diana’s husband was not far away, most likely regaling the guests with his wartime accomplishments. Kromov thought to himself how much pleasure he was going to take in stealing a quick fuck from the bride of that pompous Major Trevor.

“Diana, I believe I asked you here for a reason.”

Diana seductively arched an eyebrow. “Why yes, you did, ambassador. You said you had a wedding present for me.”

“So I did,” he said. “And so you shall have it.”

“Well, where is it?” Diana asked, still rubbing his chest.

“Here it is,” Kromov said, taking Diana’s hand and moving it down to his crotch, where he placed it over his bulging erection.

“Oh, Ambassador!” Diana gasped. Her face blushed bright pink. The throbbing bulge she felt excited and frightened her. But she couldn’t take her hand away. She had to feel it and rub it. Nostrils flaring, lips quivering, her breathing began to get heavier.

Kromov could hold out no longer. Diana’s urgent fondling was incredible. Within seconds, he took her and lifted her up over to his desk and plopped her down on her rump. His hands rustled under the satin and crinoline of her wedding dress until he found her silk panties and tugged them down over her garters and sheer hosiery. He tucked them into his tuxedo jacket while Diana scrambled to get at the clasp and zipper of his slacks.

“Ambassador, take me! Take me right now!” Diana gasped.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Diana?”

“Yes! Please hurry!”

“Are you not concerned with what would your husband Major Trevor would think if he found out?”

Diana moaned. The thought did concern her deeply. It was awful and wrong to betray Steve like this. She couldn’t even believe it was happening. On her wedding day! But she couldn’t help it. The need for Ambassador Kromov’s cock inside her right this minute overwhelmed any thoughts or concerns of Steve or even her own guilt.

“He doesn’t have to know! Please ambassador. Don’t torture me like this!” She was pleading desperately, pulling him close. “You promised to give me a wedding present!”

“Very well, Diana, it’s the least I can do for you on the day of your nuptials. But you must promise me that you will not forget my fatherly advice.”

Diana was tugging at the ambassador. Her pussy was aching to be filled. “Yes! Anything! Please! I can’t any longer.”

Ambassador Kromov reached down between his legs and stroked his member, jabbing it gently against Diana’s moist opening. He watched her as she gasped and moaned, looking at him with a pleading expression. It amused him how sexually charged she was and he teased her slit with the head of his cock, wetting it with her juices until she was cringing and groaning from his teasing.

Diana couldn’t take any more. “Ambassador, I’m begging you. Please put it in!”

Without any warning, Kromov gripped her buttocks tight and stuffed his rigid member into Diana’s pussy, impaling her deep tight walls.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Diana let out a squeal of delight and pleasure. Already her hips were arching upward to meet his forceful thrust. She wrapped her hosiery-covered legs around the ambassador and urged him even deeper. He pushed her onto the surface of his desk and thrust again, deeper, filling her to the hilt. Then he began to pump her slowly, taking full advantage of his power over her mind and now her body. Major Trevor would never realize that his innocent bride had been taken like a paid whore.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH! Ambassador! That feels…AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Diana’s passionate moans inspired him. He lifted her long legs and placed her ankles over his shoulders so he could penetrate Diana even deeper. When he rammed his cock into her with blunt force, her back arched upward.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGH!”

“Yes Diana, You enjoy my wedding present do you not?”

“YESSSSSSS!” Diana screamed.

The Ambassador’s office was soundproofed against any potential listening devices since his estate, as well as the Estatvian embassy, were susceptible to spying from foreign governments. He was confident that the insulated walls were sufficient to keep Diana’s screams of ecstasy inside the room. The only one to hear her squeals and moans were the ambassador and the microphone hidden in the base of the desk lamp. As he fucked her deep and hard, he glanced over to the bookcase and winked at the hidden movie camera, which was recording the entire session. It would be a nice little keepsake of this special day just for his amusement.

“In addition to my wedding present, I have some fatherly advice I wish to pass along to you, Diana,” the ambassador said between grunts. “I have told you this once before, but I want to emphasize it again. I want you to repeat after me.”

“Yes! I will! Just…don’t…stop!”

“I will be a cook in the kitchen…”

Diana groaned at each of the ambassador’s thrusts. “UNNNNH! I will be a…AAAAH…cook in the…MMMMMMMM…kitchen…”

“…A maid in the living room…” the ambassador continued.

“…A maid in…OOOOOOOOOOOOOH…the living room…MMMMMMMM!”

“…And a whore in the bedroom.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH! YES! …And a whore in the…UMMMMF…bedroom!”

“Very good Diana! Concentrate on these three things above all and you and Major Trevor will have a long and happy marriage.”

“Thank you, ambassador…UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!”

“The pleasure is all mine, Diana,” Kromov said, ramming his cock into Diana’s pussy with several hard thrusts. The bride was thrashing on the desk now, her fingers raking over the surface of the desk while her quivering thighs squeezed around his hips. Her swollen pussy was sopping wet, and the ambassador’s cock made a squishing sound with each full thrust. With the palms of his all over her cleavage, Kromov fondled and squeezed her ripe bosom as he ravished her. He noticed that Diana began to tense up while his hips slammed against her pelvis harder and harder. It began to feel as if the walls of her tight pussy were clamping down on his member. The sensation was exquisite. He finally felt the urge to release his load. Without warning he pulled out of Diana, eliciting a terrible moan of disappointment from the literally blushing bride.

“No ambassador! Please! Don’t! Stop!”

“Turn over,” Kromov ordered, slapping Diana’s ass cheek before flipping her over onto her stomach. The ambassador gripped her by the hips, clenched his jaw, shut his eyes and rammed his wet cock inside her again, taking her doggie-style over the desktop. Kromov then proceeded to pump Diana as hard as he could. She responded to his rough assault by uttering a high-pitched squeal of unbridled ecstasy.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNH!”

After several pulse-pounding minutes, the ambassador felt the grip of her pussy tighten and pull on his cock. He exploded inside her, shooting his seed deep into her womb without slowing his thrusts one bit. Diana’s legs were spread apart, bent up at the knee so her heels were in the air. She winced as wave after wave of multiple orgasms crashed through her shivering body. The feeling was so intense she felt as if she were going to pass out. As an Amazon, she had never experienced such a thing, not even her first night with Steve Trevor.

Ambassador Kromov rammed his hips against Diana’s hips a few more times, spilling the last of his ejaculation. He finally froze, gasping for air until he could gingerly pull out of Diana’s soaked pussy. His cock felt like every nerve ending of it was exposed. He winced when he used Diana’s panties to clean it off. When he tucked his cock back into his slacks, he gave Diana a nice little swat on her pink ass cheek to show how pleased he was with her.

Diana was breathless. Her fingers were still gripping the edge of the desk. She had to concentrate to pry them free.

“Oh, ambassador!” Diana sighed. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”

“I take it you enjoyed your wedding present then?”

“Ummmmmmmm, yes,” Diana moaned. She slowly stood up on quivering legs. She bent down to pick up her panties that the ambassador had tossed on the floor after using them to clean his cock.

“Well, then, I think it would be wise to get back to your reception now. I am sure Major Trevor is beginning to wonder where you are.”

“Yes, you’re right as usual, ambassador,” Diana said. She was suddenly eager to get back to Steve and rushed to pull on her panties. “Are you coming back outside, too?”

“Not right now. I am going to host some of the officers in my library for some cognac, cigars and conversation. Don’t worry, I’ll see you again in about an hour before you leave on your honeymoon with Major Trevor.”

Diana smiled gratefully at Ambassador Kromov and left his office. Before he left, Kromov went to his desk and opened a drawer. There he punched a button that turned off the reel-to-reel tape recorder and the film camera that had just captured his liaison with Mrs. Steve Trevor. The he closed the drawer, locked it and headed to the library.

Chapter Five

Alexander Kromov entered the spacious conference room down the hall from his office. Sitting around a huge antique oak table were a group of high-level army officers who had been carefully selected from the list of wedding guests. They all paused in the middle of their cigars and general bull session when Kromov took his place at the head of the table.

“How are the cigars and cognac gentlemen?” Kromov inquired. He settled into his seat while his servant to pour a snifter of cognac for him. “I trust they are to your liking.”

All the officers nodded and agreed that indeed, Kromov’s imported cigars and cognac were exceptional.

“Well, then, let us toast our guest of honor, Major Steve Trevor,” Kromov said, holding up his glass. All the officers raised their glasses in toast to Trevor, who sat by with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. Then the ambassador watched with amusement as each and every officer drained their glasses and then eagerly held them up for a refill. Not one of them noticed of course that the bottle, which refilled their glasses, was a different one from the one Kromov had been served with. It was all part of Kromov’s master plan for these officers to imbibe of his special cognac containing a potent dose of a powerful mind control drug.

And so as the hour passed, Kromov had each and every one of them under the spell of his words. All the uniformed men listened intently as the ambassador spelled out an intricate plan of duties for each and every one of them. A Pentagon general would pass on highly classified documents. Another officer would provide him with military code encryptions. Others would pass on secret intelligence as quickly as their various departments could gather it. Still others would keep him abreast of the latest in Army technology. And the most amazing thing of all was not one of them questioned him for a second about it. In fact, they all seemed eager to appease the ambassador for every scrap of information he required.

When the meeting was over, all the officers stumbled out of the room, slightly inebriated from the fine cognac and heady fumes of the cigars. All of them except Steve Trevor, who stayed behind at the request of the ambassador.

“So tell, me Major, Trevor, how does it feel to be a newlywed?”

“Fantastic, ambassador.”

“Indeed. Indeed. I envy you, Major, Kromov said. “Mrs. Trevor is quite the stunning wife.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“That is why I would like to pass along some… marital advice… as it were.”

“I’d be happy to hear any advice you might have ambassador.”

Kromov leaned close to Steve and spoke in a conspiratorial tone. “I will let you in a little secret, Steve, man to man. You must never be afraid to discipline your spouse if she requires it. In fact, all women have a deep need to be disciplined. The trick is to show her who is the boss of the home as soon as possible. Establish your dominance right away. If you do this I guarantee you will have a successful marriage for many years to come.”

Steve seemed to be contemplating the ambassador’s words for a moment, as if allowing them to seep into his mind in order to store them in place. Finally he gave the ambassador a satisfied grin and a handshake. “Thank you for your advice, ambassador. I’ll definitely keep that in mind.

Once Steve left to join the wedding festivities, Kromov smiled and muttered under his breath. “I know you will, Major Trevor.”

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Meanwhile, in another room within Kromov’s estate, Major Shafter was deep in a love clench with Drusilla. Their mouths were locked together, tongue tips dancing, when Shafter let his hand roam down Drusilla’s back and over her rear to fondle her ass through the satin and crinoline material of her gown.

Drusilla gasped and her eyes opened, but she could hardly protest. Not only did the major have her in a firm embrace, but his kisses were so overwhelming, she felt light headed. She was positively intoxicated by his passionate overtures. Her knees felt weak and her body temperature was rising by the minute. She was so out of breath that she felt she might faint dead away. But she didn’t want it to stop for even one second. This was the most wonderful thing she ever experienced. And it was more thrilling due to the fact that it was so forbidden. If only her Amazon sisters back on Paradise Island could see her now. Her skin crawled with chills and her heart felt as like it would pop out of her chest.

When Shafter finally broke the kiss, he looked deep in Drusilla’s eyes. “You’re smoking, baby. I didn’t think you had it in you, kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” Drusilla exclaimed. And just to show him so, she leaned up and kissed him deeply on the mouth, and let her tongue slip out for another round of tonsil hockey.

Shafter was highly aroused by her show of aggressiveness. If that’s the way she wanted it, then that’s the way she was going to get. He didn’t waste another second to reach up to begin fondling Drusilla’s pert breasts. He pulled down the top of her gown and took a handful of her soft mound and massaged gently, working Drusilla into a panting state of arousal. She was now squirming and undulating in his grasp. When her right leg nudged forward and pressed against his groin, he could feel the lump in his uniform trousers swell by the second.

The sudden hardness of it against her thigh startled and excited Drusilla. And she liked how his hand squeezed her rear and pushed her waist forward so he could grind against her.

Major Shafter liked the way the sultry teenager was moaning softly while he made out with her. She was like a sex kitten ready to be tamed by his eight-inch whip.

“All right, baby, let’s see how grown up you really think you are,” Shafter said pausing and holding Drusilla at arms length.

Drusilla felt her femininity challenged and stared defiantly at the major. “I’ll do anything any of your other girlfriends have done!”

Shafter grinned while he unbuttoned the front of his uniform and unbuckled his belt. Then he unzipped his trousers and reached into his skivvies. He paused a moment to savor the look on Drusilla’s face, who was practically licking her chops in anticipation of seeing Shafter pull out the mysterious thing in his pants.

The young Amazon’s adrenaline was pulsing through her veins. She was about to see something no one back on Paradise Island had ever seen before: a man’s sex. The suspense was killing her.

“Why don’t you take it out?” Shafter suggested.

Drusilla tensed up. But within seconds, her hand reached tentatively for the secret prize. When her hand went inside the opening of his skivvies, she flinched when the tips of her fingers brushed the warm muscle. She gulped and gathered her nerves, closing her eyes before she finally reached in took hold of it.

Shafter’s breath hitched when he felt her warm hand encircle his cock and take a gentle hold of it. When it seemed that her hand was suddenly frozen in place, he took pity and helped her take it out at last. Drusilla had to stifle a loud gasp. It was frightening and amazing all at once. And she couldn’t take her eyes off of it for a second.

“Hera,” Drusilla exclaimed in a whisper filled with awe.

When Shafter gently placed his hand on hers, with his throbbing member inches from her most intimate area, Drusilla seemed to know instinctively what he expected of her. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she stared at him in deep adoration. Then she began to stroke him with a gentle rhythm, feeling it pulse in her hand.

Shafter closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a deep sigh. This kid was good. She wasn’t going to need much training to handle the little Major. After letting her stroke it to full hardness, Major Shafter pushed her back against the wall, and then lifted her dress so he could peel off her panties over her garters and hose. Then he positioned his hips between her legs and held Drusilla firmly, watching her squirm impatiently to be taken. When he finally nudged the head of his cock at the slit of her sex, Drusilla was panting and breathless, aching to be mounted.

“AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” Drusilla moaned when Shafter slipped his cock inside her dripping sheath. Her body tensed up and she winced at the initial pain of her gate being broken, but as he filled her and began his slow deliberate thrusts, Drusilla’s hips went from stiffened to wet jelly in a matter of seconds. It was the most incredible thing she ever felt. How could she have waited for something like this for so long? Her fingers dug into his back and she urged him deeper, meeting his urgent thrusts, and biting her lip so she would not scream out in ecstasy.

She buried her face in his chest and moaned, “Oooooooooooh, Major Shafter!”

Shafter loved hearing women say his name when he made love to them, especially when they referred to him by rank. And even better on the rare occasion when it was a female superior officer he was banging. Highly aroused, his thrusts came quicker and deeper, nailing Drusilla firmly against the wall, feeling his cock gripped tight by the teen’s virgin pussy. He lifted her right leg so he could penetrate her even deeper, and Dru responded by raising her other leg to lock it around his waist.

Her fingers were clawing at the back of his uniform, and she groaned with ecstasy at being taken by such a man. She was struck with the realization that this was the ultimate pleasure a woman could endure, and she was determined to make it last as long as possible.

But Major Shafter had other plans. The thrill of hammering the beautiful virgin teen in the library of the ambassador’s house, combined with the threat of being caught at any moment, was enough to send him over the edge. He unleashed a long hard series of vigorous thrusts, ramming his cock to the hilt, with his balls engorged and ready to pop.

With a loud grunt, Shafter unloaded a hot stream of come deep into Drusilla, oblivious of the fact that he might impregnate her. It was too good to stop.

“AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGH!!” Drusilla groaned as her body tensed and began to spasm with an orgasm so intense that she thought she was losing her mind. Instinctively, her thighs seized up and inner walls clenched even tighter on Shafter’s stiff pole. Her hips began to thrust along with the pumping of his hips until she unleashed the full ferocity of her climax along with him.

Shafter continued to pump until every last drop of his seed was spilled. Then he froze as his muscles cramped slightly and he struggled to catch his breath. He hadn’t had a fuck like that in months. Wincing with the slick highly sensitive tingling, he slowly withdrew out his member.

Drusilla’s body spasmed and she groaned when it was finally out. The void she felt when he was gone was devastating. She looked at him with desperation in her eyes. “Could we do that again?”

Shafter smiled as he took a moment to tuck his member in and zip up. “Sure. But you have to give me chance to re-charge.”

“How soon?”

Suddenly the two of them tensed up when they heard someone outside in the hall approaching the door to the library. In a flash, Drusilla pulled up her panties while Shafter quickly buttoned up his uniform. When the door opened, the two of them pretended they were admiring the impressive collection of books lining the high walls from floor to ceiling. Then they both turned to meet the suspicious glare of Karina Kromov.

“Oh, it’s you Major Shafter,” Karina said. “I thought I heard someone scream.”

“We were just admiring your library, Miss Kromov,” Shafter stated. “We better get back to the reception before they send out a search party for us.”

Shafter led Drusilla out the door and down the hall while Karina kept a stern eye on them. When they were out of reach, Drusilla had noticed something odd in the major and asked him point black. “Do you know her?”

“Sure, she’s the ambassador’s daughter.”

“I mean…do you know her.”

“Don’t be crazy. She isn’t exactly my type,” Major Shafter assured her. Quickly changing the topic, he told her, “You were great back there. I didn’t know you had it in you, kid.”

“If you call me “kid” one more time…” Drusilla warned the major, poking him the ribs. Angry on the outside, she was more than thrilled on the inside by his compliment.

“Sure, kid, whatever you say,” Shafter chuckled.

After making a cursory meet and greet of the other guests, Major Shafter and Drusilla were just in time to wish Major Trevor and Diana well before the newlyweds climbed into their sedan decorated in white shoe polish with “JUST MARRIED!” in the back window along with the obligatory tin cans tied to the bumper. And so Steve and Diana left the cheering guests and were on their way towards their eagerly awaited honeymoon.

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Once in Hawaii, Steve and Diana spent most of their days in their private bungalow by the beach, making love for hours at a time. Steve could not get enough of Diana, whose appetite for Steve’s manhood seemed insatiable. In between vigorous romps in the sack, Diana took great delight in modeling all the sexy lingerie and skimpy nightgowns that her friends had given her for her wedding shower. She also made a point of posing for her appreciative husband in a variety of bathing suits that accentuated her statuesque body to perfection, even though neither of them made any attempt to take advantage of the pristine beaches and sparkling water of Waikiki.

During their marathon sessions of lovemaking, Diana’s demeanor seemed to take on all the classic traits of a high-class whore, oblivious to the fact that they had been imbedded into her persona by Vladimir Kromov. And so she took it upon herself to make sure her husband was well taken care of in every way possible as far as his needs were concerned.

Steve was thrilled by Diana’s obvious enthusiasm to satisfy his carnal desires. He was thoroughly aroused by her eagerness for sex and took advantage of every opportunity to toss her on the bed and plant his seed in her. It was best that their bungalow was in a private beach area. Otherwise, Diana’s piercing wails of ecstasy might have startled any neighboring guests while Steve rammed her hard into the bed mattresses. During each coupling, she would rake his back with her nails while she urged his hips to thrust furiously between her long legs, arching her body up as he penetrated her very being. Nothing could compare to the sensations of Steve’s hard dick inside her, and the utter blissfulness of post coitus, when they both struggled to catch their breath while lying side by side in each other’s arms.

And so it went on into the weekend of marital bliss. But by late Sunday, their honeymoon came to an unexpected close. Steve received an urgent call to return to the Pentagon first thing Monday morning.

“It will be sort of strange working together now that we’re married, won’t it?” Diana mentioned to Steve on the flight back.

Steve looked at Diana in surprise and told her, “Diana, you’re not coming back to work.”

Diana was puzzled. “What do you mean? Of course I am.”

Steve shook his head and grinned. “Diana. I thought we discussed this. You’re going to be staying at home from now on.”

“I am?”

“Yes, of course. You’re my wife now. You’ll be too busy concentrating on taking care of our household.”

“But, Steve…”

“No buts, Diana,” Steve said. “You’re a house wife now. Your duties are at home.”

Diana stared at Steve in stunned silence. It never occurred to her that she would remain at home while Steve continued his work at the Pentagon. “But what about my duty to the Army?”

“That’s all over with. You have some new duties now. I already have the papers in the process for your honorable discharge. You’ve served your country admirably Diana. Now it’s time to…uh…serve me.”

At Steve’s words, Diana was suddenly overcome with some latent urge to be the dutiful spouse. “Well, if you say so, darling,” she said, leaning back in her seat, misty eyed with content at the thought of her impending new life as Mrs. Steve Trevor.

Chapter Six

Monday morning back at the Pentagon, Major Shafter was back at his desk. His mind was distracted by the weekend he had just spent with Drusilla, Diana Prince’s kid sister. After the wedding he brought her back to his bachelor pad, and they picked up where they left off in the library of the Kromov mansion.

Dru was a little sex kitten in the sack. She was more than eager to prove that she could give Shafter a run for his money as far as lovemaking was concerned. It was clear to him that she wanted to show him she was game for anything that any of his past lovers had done and that she was more than just Diana Prince’s kid sister. She was her own woman perched at the dawn of her sexual awakening.

So Shafter was more than happy to put her through the paces. And no matter how unusual the act or the position he twisted her nubile teenage body into, Drusilla eagerly obliged. In fact, when he ran out of positions, Drusilla was so caught up in their carnal escapades; she even suggested a few positions of her own.

She spent all day Saturday and most of Sunday morning at his apartment, where they screwed like sex-starved rabbits. Then he took her to the Red Derby for brunch where the famished pair satisfied their hunger and thirst. When Shafter dropped Drusilla off at Diana’s apartment, she pulled him inside the doorway for one last clench, and Shafter nailed her one more time against the door for good measure before he promised to call her and then skipped down the sidewalk and drove away. For the rest of the afternoon, Shafter was in a daze, reliving in his mind the intense lovemaking with Drusilla over and over and over again.

Shafter was startled out of his daydreams by a rap on his door.

“Come in,” he said, straightening up and pretending to pay attention to the documents on his desk. He glanced up and watched as Yeoman Bunny Benson entered his office with a thick file in her hand. Without a word, she strutted to his desk and plopped it down. Then with an obvious look of distaste, she turned on her heels to walk away.

“Yeoman,” Shafter called after her.

Yeoman Benson stopped and turned. With an arched eyebrow, she responded, “Yes?”

“Yes, Major, you mean.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Major?”

“What’s got your panties in a bunch this morning, Yeoman?”

Yeoman Benson looked off in the distance dramatically. “Nothing.”

“What is it?”

Benson’s body language was very defiant. Her arms were crossed underneath her generous bosom and her right foot was tapping on the floor. She narrowed her eyes at Shafter and asked, “Did you have a swell time with that hussy?”

“What hussy?”

“That little girl at the wedding. You should be ashamed of yourself. She’s practically a child.”

“You mean Drusilla Prince?”

“Oh, is that her name?”

“Yes. And if you must know, she’s more mature than she looks.”

“I’ll bet,” Yeoman Benson sneered. The little tramp.

“What do you mean by that?” Shafter asked.

“I don’t mean anything by that.”

Shafter leaned back in his chair. He couldn’t help but smile. Yeoman Benson was upset about seeing him with Drusilla Prince.

“Yeoman Benson, do I detect a hint of jealousy here?”

“Jealous? Me?” she scoffed. “The nerve! Why should I be jealous of that… child? I’m twice the woman she is.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s so.”

“After the weekend I just spent with Drusilla, I’d have to see that to believe it.”

Yeoman Benson’s bright blue eyes lit up at the implications of Major Shafter’s statement. She was boiling inside, ready to storm out of the office, but something kept her feet planted there instead. Her womanhood, her ability to hold a man’s attention, was being challenged and she was not about to stand still for it.

“You should be careful what you ask for,” Benson warned.

Shafter chuckled. “I might get it?”

“You asked for it, buster,” Yeoman Benson stated vehemently as she headed around the side of Shafter’s desk to stand next to him. With her glare locked on his face, she turned his chair around to face her and then kneeled down, spreading his legs apart with her hands. Without taking her eyes off him, with a seething look on her face, she began to unbuckle his belt and open the zipper of his uniform trousers.

Shafter gulped as he watched his buxom assistant take charge of the moment, reaching into his skivvies to pull his member out. She squeezed and stoked it with deliberation, and it only took a few seconds for Shafter to get a full erection. There was something incredibly sexy about her angry expression as she prepared him for the next step.

“I’ll show you how a real woman handles a man,” Yeoman Benson told him in no uncertain terms. Then she leaned forward, parted her lips, plunged his cock into her mouth and began to suck him like a pro.

Shafter gasped when she wrapped her full lips tight around the tip and slid them down the entire length as the warm wetness of her mouth engulfed him. His fingers dug into the armrests of his chair as Benson pleasured him vigorously, slurping and licking, running her tongue up and down, swirling it around the head, and then bobbing her head up and down eagerly, sucking in her cheeks like a vacuum. His breath came in short spasms, and his toes curled up in his shoes. He loved watching her blonde head move and twist around on his lap. This woman could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Just when she was about to bring him to orgasm, she would change up her rhythm or pause to lick his balls while she stroked him off. He let out a long groan when she began to deep throat him and rake her fingernails gently against his scrotum in the process.

After several more minutes of utter bliss, Shafter popped in her mouth. Yeoman Benson moaned hungrily and slurped his vital fluids, washing it down with her mouthwatering saliva, and then making sure every drop was tongue cleansed from his stiff pole. After that, she tucked him back in his trousers, zipped him up and buckled his belt.

His statuesque assistant stood up, dabbed the corner of her lip, and told him, “Let’s see your little girlfriend follow that.”

And then she was out the door to return to her duties. Major Shafter, sat his desk, stunned by what just happened, his face burning hot. Yeoman Benson, the assistant he had been trying to impress for weeks, had just performed an act on him that was illegal in some states. He could hardly believe it had just happened, but the pleasurable ache in his crotch proved it had. He had to take a deep breath before he could refocus his thoughts to the task at hand. As he tried to make his way through the report, a nagging thought stirred in the back of his mind.

Drusilla Prince.

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At the Trevor residence, Diana was quickly adjusting to her new life as the wife of Major Steve Trevor. After kissing Steve goodbye earlier that morning as he left for his important work at the Pentagon, she recalled some deep-seated urge to assume her duty as a maid in the living room. Dressed in a stylish crinoline pleated skirt and blouse, hose, heels and pearls, Diana tied a frilly apron around her waist and gathered the clothing in the hampers to start the wash. While the wash cycle began, she finished the breakfast dishes, dusted the furniture, vacuumed the carpets, swept and mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors and generally picked up around the house. She didn’t particularly enjoy getting down on her knees to scrub the bathtub and toilet because it ruined her nylons. By afternoon, she barely had time to eat lunch before her cooking instincts kicked in. Dinner had to be started. Following the directions to her new cookbook to a tee, Diana set about to prepare a fabulous roast and vegetables for Steve. She even baked an apple pie from scratch.

Diana marveled at the dishes as she finished preparing them one by one. It gave her a wonderful sense of accomplishment. As she stared at the golden crust of her freshly-baked pie on the kitchen counter, the startling revelation of knowing her role as a housewife gave her deep feeling of well being.

When Diana glanced at the oven clock, she gasped, “Hera! Steve will be home at any minute!” And off she rushed to her vanity to wipe away the spots of flour on her nose and cheeks and then touch up her makeup. She needed to look her best for Steve at all times.

As she gave her lips a fresh coat of lipstick, Diana heard Steve’s car coming up the driveway. She scurried to the front door and opened the door just as her darling husband came up the front steps.

“Hello, darling!” Diana exclaimed with a beautiful smile. She gifted Steve with a kiss when he walked in and took his briefcase to set it down for him.

“Something smells great!” Steve announced, sniffing at the aroma wafting from the kitchen while he loosened his tie.

“Dinner’s ready, sweetheart!”

“Great! I’m starving,” Steve said, unbuttoning his uniform.

Diana led Steve to the dining room and held a chair open for Steve at the head of the table and took his uniform jacket. Then she rushed off to gather the roast and vegetable dishes. Steve helped himself to some bread while Diana set the dishes before him one by one. Then she poured him a huge glass of iced tea for him to drink while she prepared a plate for him piled with meat, potatoes and green vegetables.

Steve hardly waited before digging into the meal, shoveling forkfuls of food in his mouth while Diana looked on with pride at seeing her husband wolf down his meal. She was swelling and smiled brightly while Steve was obviously enjoying his dinner.

“This is delicious!” Steve mumbled between mouthfuls of food.

Diana gushed with pride and began nibbling at her own dinner. When Steve had cleaned off two plates, he sat back in his chair and let out a deep sigh. “Stick a fork in me, I’m done. That was fantastic, Diana.”

“Why don’t you go to the den and I’ll bring you an after dinner drink?”

“Sounds great!”

Diana headed to the bar to mix up a martini while Steve retired to his den and planted him rear in his big leather recliner, loosening his belt to allow his bloated stomach some relief. He had just settled back to relax and closed his eyes for a moment when Diana brought him his dry martini on a tray, complete with an olive and a twist.

“Thank you, dear,” Steve said as took the chilled stem glass from the tray. Diana waited in anticipation while Steve took the first sip. When he looked at her and winked with a smile, she almost burst with happiness.

“I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable,” Diana told him. “Just sit here and relax, darling.”

Steve watched Diana leave and sat in his recliner to contemplate his day. His duties at the Pentagon were exciting, but often times very stressful. And if coming home to his wife every evening was going to be like this, he was definitely looking forward to leaving his work at the office. If he had only known married life was this great, he would have proposed to Diana a long time ago. He turned on the radio to catch the evening news.

Just when he thought he could not be more content, Diana walked back and Steve did a double take. She had changed into a black satin maid uniform, complete with pumps with ribbons on the back, sheer black nylon hosiery with lines up the back, a short pleated skirt, a crisp white lace trimmed apron and a frilly head accessory.

“Would you mind very much if I dusted a bit while you relax, Major Trevor?” Diana asked in her most subservient tone of voice.

Steve only nodded his head back and forth. He didn’t know why she was referring to him by his rank, but something about it aroused him and he felt a stirring in his pants.

Diana, whose persona had transferred to a maid per Kromov’s subliminal instructions, began dusting in front of Steve while he gaped in awe. She made a show of bending over to dust off the credenza just to give him a peek of her garters. He admired the tone and shapeliness of her long legs. He had to adjust the crotch of his pants to better position the erection that was growing there.

After Diana finished dusting, she asked Steve, “Is there anything else I can get for you, Major?”

“How about another martini?”

“Right away, sir!” Diana said, taking his empty glass and whisking away. She returned post haste with a fresh drink.

“How else may I serve you, Major?”

Steve was stunned by Diana’s behavior, but he was not about to question it. Emboldened by her eagerness to serve him, Steve told her, “How about rubbing my shoulders?”

“Yes, sir!” Diana said, and promptly took her place behind his recliner so she could begin digging her fingers gently into the muscles of his neck and shoulders.

Steve let out a long sigh as the tension in his muscles ebbed away. He sipped his martini and closed his eyes, taking in the aroma of Diana’s French perfume.

“How was your day, Major?”

“Very stressful,” Steve answered. “We had an emergency staff meeting with the generals that lasted all day. I had to try and explain some information leaks in my department.”

“Oh, is there anything I can do to relieve your tension?” Diana asked, as she moved around the recliner to sit on Steve’s lap. There was sincere anxiousness in her voice. She wanted to do whatever it took to please her husband.

The bulge in Steve’s trousers swelled and Diana could feel it under her skirt. She smiled knowingly at him and got up so she could get down on her knees between his legs. Then she dutifully went about the task of relieving her beloved husband of his stress.

Chapter Seven

As Wonder Girl, Drusilla took to her role as the defender of the nation’s capitol with flying patriotic colors. Each and every day was a new thrill, filled with excitement as she went about the metropolitan area of Washington D.C. rubbing out crime in all its forms. One day it was dispatching a gang of hoodlums attempting to assault some innocent citizens. Another day it was stopping a runaway delivery truck inches from plowing over a young mother pushing her toddler in a baby carriage in the middle of a walkway. Other times it was saving some poor soul from being washed away in a flash flood. No criminal or act of nature could stand in her way.

She loved showing off her strength and speed, chasing down getaway cars after some robbery and peeling the doors open to yank the stunned crooks out with her bare hands. On the rare instance when some hood got brave and decided to fire his gun at her, Wonder Girl deftly fended off the slugs with her gold bracelets. If any of then dared take her on physically, the heroic teen would disable their bodily functions with a solid flurry of punches and kicks. One such blubbering criminal passed out in her presence after watching Wonder Girl demolish his entire gang of street toughs.

In time, every criminal learned the hard way of Wonder girl’s prowess and steered clear of her ferocious tenacity for physical punishment. It seem the heroine was becoming addicted to teaching the thuggish lot of Washington a thing or two about pursuing a life of crime. Little by little, crime dropped in the city, and Drusilla found herself looking harder and harder for more criminals to put behind bars.

At times like this, Drusilla longed for the companionship of Major Peter Shafter, who seemed to keep putting off seeing her with excuses that he was too busy at the Pentagon. Drusilla suspected it was something more than that so she decided to do what any normal girl her age would do. She would follow the major and spy on him.

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Meanwhile, back at the Trevor household, Diana Prince was dressed in her usual pleated dress, pearls and high heel pumps, busily tending to her daily chore of sweeping the kitchen when suddenly a mouse scurried across the baseboard of the kitchen cabinets.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Incredibly, Diana unleashed a high-pitched squeal of fright and jumped up onto one of the kitchen chairs in a severe attack of panic, frightened out of her mind by the tiny brown rodent. She could not conceive why the mouse caused her such a flesh crawling reaction. After all, she had bravely battled Nazi storm troopers back in Europe as her alter ego, the amazing Amazon, Wonder Woman.

But now here she was, a housewife scared silly, shivering with at the sight of the furry brown vermin. It scampered around in the corner near the stove, peering at her with beady black eyes, twitching his little whiskers and munching on a breadcrumb. When it made a sudden move in her direction, Diana gasped and climbed on the kitchen table on her hands and knees as fast as she could.

“Stay away you little beast!” Diana screamed at the creature, which froze in place. She was too nerve-wracked to even try and reach for the phone across the room to call for help, so she remained trapped on the kitchen table while the rodent took his time skittering around the kitchen and scavenging for morsels of food.

She was about to remove her shoe to throw it at the mouse, but suddenly, Diana heard the familiar sound of Steve’s car coming up the driveway. She remembered with great relief that he was arriving home to eat lunch with her that day.

“Steve! Help!” Diana screamed at the top of her lungs.

When Steve rushed in, he was astonished at the scene before him. Diana was panting breathlessly and whimpering on all fours on the kitchen table, pointing at a tiny mouse across the floor.

“Oh, for goodness sake, dear,” Steve chortled. “It’s just a little field mouse!”

“Steve! Please get it out of here!”

“All right. All right. Calm down. I’ll take care of it.”

“Hurry!” Diana pleaded, almost in tears.

Steve cornered the rodent and dispatched the harmless mouse with a dishtowel and released it in the backyard while Diana watched anxiously, gripped with nerves and chewing her bottom lip. When Steve came back in the kitchen, Diana was breathless and suddenly felt very faint. Steve sat her in a chair and cooled her off with a cold towel to the forehead.

Diana took a few minutes to recover, shivering in Steve’s arms. She looked up at him, red-faced. “You must think I’m such a foolish female for acting this way. But I couldn’t help it. That little…thing…scared me to death!”

“There, there, it’s all right. He’s gone now,” Steve comforted his dear wife. He felt sort of proud of rescuing Diana with his manly heroics. In turn, after Diana finally calmed down, she rewarded her brave husband with a quick romp in the sack followed by preparing his favorite sandwich. Life was back to normal.

It was then that Diana decided it was the perfect time to reveal her secret to Steve. After he polished off the last of his hoagie, she told him, “Steve, darling, I have something I want to share with you.”

Steve belched loudly after taking the last swig from his soda. “What is it, dear?”

“It’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I’ve just been waiting for the right time.”

“…Sounds serious.”

“It is. But before I tell you, I just want you to know how much I love and adore you. And I know in my heart how much you love me. My only hope is that what I have to tell you won’t change any of that.”

“Of course not. I’ll love you no matter what,” Steve assured her.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. Now quit being silly and tell me what this is all about.”

“All right,” Diana said, and then paused to take a deep breath. “Steve, do you remember how Wonder Woman always seemed to come around when we were in our most dangerous moments during the war?”

Steve paused. “Yes.”

“Well, that’s because…” Diana’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest at that moment she felt it was going to burst.

“Because what?”

“It’s because… I’m Wonder Woman.”

Steve looked at Diana for a few seconds. His expression was frozen in place. The tension was killing Diana. What was he thinking?

“Diana, I think the mouse literally scared you out of your senses. What are you saying?”

“I am Wonder Woman.”

“That can’t be,” Steve stammered. He was baffled by Diana’s statement. He could not fathom it for even a second. “Wonder Woman is strong…brave…”

“I am those things, Steve.”

“But…just now... the mouse…”

“I know. I can’t believe I was so frightened of that little thing, but you have to believe me. I am an Amazon. I was born on Paradise Island. My mother is a queen there.”

“Diana…this is…crazy…”

“I know it’s hard to believe,” Diana said. “But I can prove it to you.”

Steve sat stunned as Diana stood up in the middle of the kitchen.

“You should shield your eyes when you see something bright,” she warned him.

Without taking her eyes off of Steve, Diana spread her arms apart. The she turned her torso to the right at the waist and then reversed in the other direction while she began to turn her feet in a small steps so her entire body began to spin in a tight circle. After the third revolution a shimmering light began to spark and expand from Diana’s midsection, arcing out. Steve quickly shielded his eyes from the light that filled the kitchen like a supernova. Just as quickly as the light appeared, it began to ebb and fade away.

When Steve sensed that the brightness had faded, he squinted to see a new figure standing in the place of his new bride, Diana Prince. Instead, his mouth fell open at the appearance of Wonder Woman in all her Amazon glory. His eyes traveled from her red and white high-heeled boots, the shiny hosiery on her long shapely legs, the blue satin bottom with white stars snug around her svelte hips and cut high in front above the thigh, the gold belt around her trim waist, and the shiny red top with the gold eagle emblazoned below her sumptuous cleavage. Her ensemble was accessorized with gold bracelets on her slender wrists, a shimmering lasso clasped at her hip, red button-like earrings and a tiara with a single red star holding back her flowing ebony tresses. She stared back at Steve with the bluest of eyes, anxiously awaiting his reaction.

Steve Trevor was at a loss for words. His stunned mind was having a difficult time comprehending what he was seeing. Was it some trick? This was too real to be a dream. Was it really happening? Little by little his brain began to process the information until he was finally able to speak.

“My God! I’m married to Wonder Woman!”

Chapter Eight

The tension and silence in the kitchen of the Trevor residence was almost unbearable for Wonder Woman as she looked at her husband, Steve Trevor, sitting in stunned silence at the table. Steve was still in shock, dumbfounded at the revelation that his new bride, Diana, and the Amazon defender of justice, Wonder Woman, were one and the same. The realization was still sinking in and he had no idea how to respond at the moment.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman looked on anxiously awaiting some kind of response, good or bad, hopefully the former. Then the phone rang suddenly and broke the tension. Like a man who had just discovered the impossible, Steve reached for the phone and picked up the receiver.

“Trevor, here.”

“Get your spikes on Major, I’m swinging by to pick you up. We’ve got a two o’clock tee time at Edge Tree.”

Steve winced. It was Major Peter Shafter. The last person he wanted to hear from at the moment. And he wanted to go play golf at the country club of all things. “Shafter, this isn’t a good time…”

“You heard me, Major. Polish your balls and gather your clubs. General Thornton and Colonel Bidwell are expecting us at the first hole at 1400 on the dot.”

“General Thornton?”

“Yep. So you better get a move on. You know how old Thornton hates tardiness from his underlings. It’ll take me fifteen minutes to get there and pick you up. I’ll meet you out front. That’s an order, Major,” Shafter chided him with his usual playfulness.

“All right,” Steve said. There was no way he could beg off from playing golf today, even if his world was crashing around him. Nobody at the Pentagon refused when General Thornton wanted to meet, either at the office or on the golf course. He hung up the phone and turned his attention back to Wonder Woman.

“I have to go.”

Wonder Woman was surprised. Here she had just revealed her most precious secret to her husband and all he could tell her was that he had to go.

“Go where? Steve, I think we should talk about this…”

“Not right now, Diana…I mean…Wonder Woman….” Steve stammered. He shook his head in a state of both confusion and irritation. “I have to get ready. Major Shafter is picking me up to play golf with General Thornton and Colonel Bidwell.”

“General Thornton? Oh…I understand…” Wonder Woman said. She knew all too well of Thornton’s reputation at the Pentagon. If Steve had to go play golf with the General, he had to go without question.

Steve told her, “We’ll have to talk about this when I get back.”

“Yes, Steve, of course. Can I help you get ready?”

“Grab my golf clubs from the garage. I have to go change clothes.”

“Yes, Steve,” Wonder Woman said, already scurrying dutifully to the garage to get them.

Within minutes, Shafter was out front honking his car horn for Steve. Trevor rushed out of the bedroom, dressed in his golf shirt and slacks, holding out his hand for the golf clubs Wonder Woman was patiently holding for him. She noticed that Steve seemed to be in a strange mood and was about to speak when he snapped.

“I want this house spic and span by the time I get back!”

Wonder Woman gasped and replied quickly, “Yes, Steve!”

And with that, Steve was out the door, slamming it as he left without another word.

“He didn’t even kiss me goodbye,” Wonder Woman whispered sadly, looking out the window as Steve drove away. Without wasting another minute, the heroine went back to the kitchen, slipped on a frilly apron over her costume, and went about her task of cleaning up after Steve’s lunch. Then it would be on to the floors and bathrooms, plus a major load of ironing to catch up on. She hoped she was not out of starch. Steve was a stickler when it came to his shirts.

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Later that afternoon, Ambassador Kromov was in his office at the Estatvian embassy, looking over some top-secret materials when a knock came at his door.

“Enter,” he called out, irritated by the disruption of his work.

“The door opened and his daughter Karina entered, holding the door open. Through the doorway, Kromov could see a young man standing by nervously.

“What is it, Karina? I am very busy.”

“Father, I have something very important to report.”

“It had better be important.”

Karina nodded for the employee to follow her into her the ambassador’s office. He was a young man in his twenties with sandy blond hair, blue eyes and a militarily erect posture. She introduced him to her father. “This is Hans from our communications sector.”

Kromov glanced up when he heard the reference to the employee’s position. “Yes?”

“He has some interesting news for you, father.”

“Go on. What is it?”

Hans began speaking in a clipped tone, evidence of a military background. “Ambassador, sir. I was on duty in the reconnaissance vehicle at the residence of Major Steve Trevor. As I observed with binoculars and monitored the listening device, I was witness to something that I believe you should know about immediately.”

“Yes, Hans? What is it?”

“Sir, I know this will sound unbelievable, but I swear that I witnessed it and heard it with my own eyes and ears.”

“This sounds intriguing. Please tell me.”

“Major Trevor…his wife…the one known as Diana Trevor…she is…Wonder Woman.”

Ambassador Kromov had to lean back in his chair for a moment to soak in what he had just heard. He smirked incredulously and asked Hans, “Have you been drinking on the job, dear boy?”

“No, sir. Absolutely not,” Hans insisted, stiffening at Kromov’s insinuation that he may have been clouded by alcohol. “I have the tape recordings to prove what I heard. I was even able to record some of what I witnessed on film.”

Kromov looked over at Karina, who nodded affirmatively. He asked her, “Have you seen it?”

Karina answered him, “The film is in the lab being processed, but I did hear the tape recording of the conversations between Major Trevor and his wife. It does seem to corroborate his story.”

“Incredible! Wonder Woman you say?” the ambassador exclaimed in excitement after a long pause to let the information process in his mind. “Yes! It makes perfect sense! From of all of our army intelligence Major Trevor, Wonder Woman played a large role in his exploits in Europe. And of course, Yeoman Price was always at his side! Karina, do you know what this means?”

Karina smiled wickedly. She knew exactly what her father was thinking.

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Drusilla decided it had been long enough of a time to allow Steve and Diana time alone together as newlyweds before she would come over for a visit. She tried to call to let them know she was on her way but the phone just kept ringing and ringing. It worried her a bit that Diana hadn’t called her ever since she and Steve had come back from their honeymoon. It wasn’t like her not to keep in touch. But then again, she was a new bride, and Drusilla was almost certain Diana and Steve were making wild passionate love all day and night. Well, they would just have to take a break on her account.

She stepped off the bus on Shady Lane and walked the two blocks toward the Trevor residence. A car passed by and the driver, a young teenager, whistled appreciatively at the winsome Drusilla in her poodle skirt, bobby socks, saddle shoes and tight sweater. Dru glared at the boy, but deep inside she was thrilled by the attention. Her big sister wasn’t the only one who could turn a male’s head here in man’s world.

Drusilla stepped through the white picket fence gate and up the sidewalk, admiring the manicured lawn and the blinding white paint on this new fangled aluminum siding on the frame abode. She knocked on the door and waited patiently. After a few seconds when no answered, she rang the doorbell. Again there was no answer so she stepped over to the window and peered in, cupping her eyes to avoid the glare of the sun. No one in the front room so Drusilla walked around to the side of the house. When she peered in one of the side windows, she was stunned at what she saw. There was her big sister, Diana, in full Wonder Woman costume, ironing clothes! Wearing an apron no less!

Drusilla rapped on the window until she was able to get Diana’s attention. Wonder Woman looked surprised and set her iron on the ironing board and went to the front door to let Drusilla in. When she opened the door, she quickly pulled her little sister inside, glancing around to make sure none of the nosy neighbors might be watching.

“Dru. What are you doing here?”

“Diana! Why didn’t you answer the door when I knocked? I’ve been out there forever!”

“Steve told me never to answer the door. He doesn’t want me talking to any solicitors ever since I bought a very expensive vacuum cleaner from one of them. I don’t know why he got so upset. They gave me free set of scrubbing brushes with it.”

“Well, I just wanted to come over for a visit. I tried to call…”

“Steve doesn’t want me answering the telephone either. Someone called to say we had won a free trip, but we found out later, we had to pay for something or other to get it.”

Something seemed to be odd about Diana’s behavior. She was acting positively like a regular housewife, not the strong Amazon big sister she grew up both emulating and resenting. She furrowed her brow and asked, “Diana, why are you wearing your Wonder Woman costume?”

“Oh, this…I…I finally told Steve all about my secret…well actually not everything. Just that I’m Wonder Woman.”

“You were Wonder Woman you mean. So what made you decide to tell him?”

“I just thought it was the right time. There was no use keeping it from him anymore.”

“How did he take it?”

Diana paused for a moment. The she answered brightly, “Just swell!”

“Really?”

“Yes! He didn’t mind at all. As a matter of fact, he was really happy that I told him. He said he admired my honesty,” Diana lied. She didn’t have the heart to admit to Drusilla that she may have made a big mistake telling Steve about her alter ego.

“Wow! That’s really something,” Drusilla said. Then she added, “So, you’re not going to stay dressed like this all the time are you?”

“Oh, no!” Diana laughed. “Of course not. I had just talked to Steve and he had to leave suddenly, important Pentagon business, and I got so caught up in housework that I forgot to change back.”

“Hmmm.” Something didn’t seem right to Drusilla. She looked around the house. The interior was immaculate. Everything was in its proper place and not a speck of dirt anywhere. It was just like one of those family television shows she saw once.

“So, can I get you anything? A glass of milk? Some water?”

“No, nothing thanks.”

“So what brings you all the way out here?”

“Like I said, I just wanted to visit my big sister.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, Dru,” Diana smiled. She seemed genuinely touched and scooped up Drusilla in a warm embrace to squeeze her with affection.

“OOOPH! Take it easy, Diana!” Drusilla grunted from the force of Wonder Woman’s Amazon hug. “You’ll break me in two.”

“Oh, sorry. I forget how strong I am,” Diana blushed, releasing her sister. “So, tell me. How have you been?”

“Just peachy! Guess what? I just busted up a major crime ring!”

“Really. That’s fantastic!”

“Yep, this super heroine stuff is keen!”

“Keen?” Diana chuckled. “You’re talking just like those teenagers at the malt shop. Looks like you’re fitting in man’s world just perfectly.”

“Well, I guess I did have a good role model,” Drusilla admitted grudgingly.

Diana smiled. She was moved to hug her sister again. “I’m so proud of you Dru.”

“Thanks Diana,” Dru said. “Well I’d better get going before you get really mushy on me.”

“Oh, you’ll have to come and have dinner with us sometime.”

“I’d love to.”

“Just let me check with Steve and I’ll call you,” Diana said, leading Drusilla to the door.

“Sounds great!”

The two Amazon sisters embraced once more and said their farewells. All the way to the bus stop, Drusilla thoughts were conflicted. As much as she enjoyed hearing Diana tell her how proud she was, she still couldn’t get over the feeling that something was not quite right in the Trevor household.

Chapter Nine

At the Edge Tree Country Club in Bethesda, Steve Trevor and Pete Shafter were at the 19th hole, enjoying a beverage after a brutal round of golf with General Thornton and Colonel Bidwell.

“So tell me Major, how’s married life?” Shafter asked out of the blue.

“Couldn’t be better,” Trevor answered without hesitation. He was not about to tell Shafter his marriage was suddenly in a precarious position and then have to listen to all the ribbing that would ensue. All during the round of golf, Trevor could not get his mind off the fact that Diana Prince, his quiet but loyal spouse, and Wonder Woman, the strong brave Amazon, were one and the same. He wondered over and over how he could have missed it. Everything made sense now, from the mysterious disappearances of Diana at the most inopportune times and Wonder Woman’s sudden show on the scene of so many perilous situations.

“And the wife is taking care of all the Major’s needs?”

Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head. He would not dignify such a crass comment with an answer. Instead he changed the subject. “We’d better get going. I have to get back home.”

Shafter laughed. “What? The old ball and chain has you on a short leash?”

“No, nothing like that. I have some work to finish before tomorrow.”

Shafter noticed a deep look of concern on Trevor’s face and decided it would be best to clam up. “Sure, buddy. Anything you say.”

The two of them drove back to Steve’s home with minimal conversation. It was dusk by the time Shafter dropped him off at the curb. Steve waited until the taillights of Shafter’s car disappeared down the street before entering his house. Once inside, he called out, “Diana, I’m home,” but he was met with the silence of an empty house. He set his golf clubs down and walked into the kitchen. There on a notepad by the phone was a message in Diana’s handwriting.

Steve,

I’ll be back soon.

I Love You,

Diana

Quickly, Steve Trevor’s blood began to boil. “What the devil is going on here? Where could she be?” he hissed between clenched teeth. Just then the back kitchen door opened and in walked Wonder Woman, looking flustered and nervous.

“Steve, you’re back!”

“Of course I’m back. And where were you?”

“I…don’t know exactly… I…I…” Diana seemed somewhat disoriented and confused.

“Damn it Diana! What’s the meaning of all this? First I come home and find you’re out gallivanting about who knows where when you’re supposed to be here making sure my dinner is ready. What’s more, you’re still in that costume! Don’t you realize someone might see you and wonder what Wonder Woman is doing going in and out of Steve Trevor’s house? What in the world is going on with you?”

“Steve, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. All I remember was that I was about to get dinner ready when the phone rang…and …and…”

“…And what?”

Wonder Woman seemed very distressed, wringing her hands. “I…I don’t remember.”

“You have to remember something. Where did you go? Who called you?”

“I don’t know,” she answered nervously. Steve’s interrogation was nerve wracking.

“All right, I’ve had just about enough of this. Come with me.”

“Yes, Steve,” Wonder Woman said, following her husband obediently to their bedroom. She watched as Steve walked over to her vanity and picked up a large silver hairbrush, the one she used to brush her shiny ebony tresses every night before bed. She looked on anxiously while he held it in his hand, seeming to check its heft while he sat down on her little cushioned vanity chair.

“One more chance, Diana. Where were you?”

“Steve, I honestly don’t know.”

“All right then, you leave me no choice. Come over here and bend over my knee.”

“What?”

“You heard what I said. If you want to lie and play games, you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”

“But Steve!”

“No ‘buts,’ Diana…get over here this instant.”

Wonder Woman resigned herself to the inevitable. Programmed to be ever obedient to her husband, the Amazon Princess walked over to Steve and bent over to prostrate her body across his legs. If any of her sisters on Paradise Island were to see her now, they would not believe what they were seeing.

“This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, Diana,” Steve said. Then he raised the heavy hairbrush once and brought it down, smacking the back of it flush against her star-spangled satin covered bottom.

WHOPP!

Wonder Woman gasped loudly, first in shock that Steve had actually spanked her with her own brush, and then at the sudden burning sensation on her rear.

WHOPP! Came another resounding blow to her pride. This one was harder and more painful than the first. Diana winced and tensed up right before the third one.

WHAAAP!

Wonder Woman groaned at the terrible shame of being spanked by her husband. She knew she deserved it but it hurt her feelings as much as her firm rump.

WHAAP!

Tears began to brim in the heroine’s crystal blue eyes. Her lips were trembling and she struggled to keep from crying out.

WHOPPP!

Steve heard Diana utter a soft whimper. It was difficult to punish her but he knew he couldn’t let her get away with these kinds of shenanigans. If he didn’t set his foot down now, there’s no telling how far she could get out of hand. She needed this discipline.

WHAAP!

Tears began to streak down Diana’s reddened cheeks. She was on the verge of blubbering with sobs, but she held back, trying her best to take her punishment without crying like a weak little girl. Oh, but it hurt so very much. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

WHUUP!

Her cheeks quivered with each stinging blow. Wonder Woman wanted to howl and wail.

“Now repeat after me, Diana,” Steve ordered. “I will not lie to my husband ever again.”

“I will not…(sniff)…lie to my husband ever…again.”

WHAPP!

“I will not leave the house without permission.”

“I…I will not leave the house…(whine)…without permission.”

WHAPPP!

“And I will always have Steve’s dinner ready when he comes home in the evening.”

“And I…(moan)…always have Steve’s dinner ready…(sniff)…when he comes home in the evening.”

“Good. And here’s one for good measure.”

Wonder Woman braced herself for the final humiliating swat. Her rear was already stinging hot when the tenth and final swat came.

WHAAAAPPP!

Diana bit her lip and stifled a scream of agony. This had to be the worst experience of her life, but she knew in her heart it was deserved. If only she knew where she had gone so she could have told Steve what he wanted to know. But for the life of her she didn’t.

“All right now, get up.”

With her statuesque body shuddering, Wonder Woman stood up with her hands gingerly rubbing her punished behind. Tears had left tracks on her beautiful face and it broke Steve’s heart to see it. He set the brush down and reached for a tissue from a box on the vanity to give it to Diana so she could dry her eyes.

“Diana, I hope you understand why had to do it.”

Wonder Woman nodded as she dabbed at her eyes. “Yes, Steve. I’m sorry.”

“All right then. You may go and get my dinner now.”

“Yes, Steve.”

“Diana, one more thing…”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to have to insist that you return back to normal. I never want to see you in that costume again…unless…I say it’s all right,” Steve said. He had added the last part simply because he wanted to have an excuse in the future to ask Diana to wear the costume strictly for him in the privacy of their own home. She did look very enticing in the red white blue and gold satin, boots, bracelet and tiara. And the lasso could be used for…

“Yes, Steve. I understand.”

Steve put his hands on Diana’s soft shoulders. “Your duty is to be the proper wife, Diana. Your days as a heroine are over. Haven’t you been keeping up with the newspapers? Wonder Girl is taking over where Wonder Woman left off.”

“I promise I’ll never wear it again. Just only if you want me to.”

“Good girl,” Steve said, taking Diana in his arms to embrace her, holding her caringly until her sniffles and whimpers went away and she finally calmed down. “You know I love you and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you intentionally, don’t you Diana?”

“Yes, I do. And I love you so much too, my darling,” Diana said.

The two were about to kiss and make up when the telephone rang.

“I’ll get it!” Wonder Woman said anxiously, as if she were expecting the call. She picked up the receiver and put it to her ear. A voice said the word, “Blitzkrieg.”

Wonder Woman tensed up when she heard the word. Something seemed to click in her brain, turning on a subconscious switch so that the Amazon heroine seemed to be snap to attention suddenly. All she said was ‘thank you’ before hanging up the telephone.

“Who was that?” Steve asked, puzzled by the odd look on Wonder Woman’s face when she turned to face him.

“This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me, my darling,” Diana told him.

Steve Trevor barely knew what hit him. Wonder Woman put out his lights with a thundering right cross to his jaw. She even caught him before he could fall to the floor, and with her Amazon strength, she carried him to the back door and went outside. Out of nowhere, the delivery truck that had been mysteriously parked across the street for days now rolled up the driveway to the carport behind the house. Hans opened the driver side door and rushed toward the back door panels of the truck to open them so Wonder Woman could load Steve’s limp body inside. Inside the cargo area, amid the bank of electronic equipment, tape machines, cameras, weapons and other devices, was a large man in a wool cap and dark clothes whose muscular limbs bulged through his leather waistcoat. The man watched with narrow-eyed interest while Wonder Woman laid the unconscious Army Major before him unconscious. His name was Max, and he was delighted to finally get the chance to come face to face with the American hero. He took out a roll of tape and a coil of thick rope, and began the task of binding and gagging Steve Trevor. Once Wonder Woman climbed in the truck, Hans closed the door and the vehicle began to move.

“Guten abend, Wunder Frau,” Max greeted the Amazon in German.

“Hello,” Wonder Woman said with a friendly smile.

Chapter Ten

Once she arrived back home, Drusilla could not escape the strange feeling that something was wrong with her sister Diana. Married in man’s world or not, she was definitely not acting like the brave and the bold Amazon that she had grown up with on Paradise Island. But those questions kept getting distracted by another single thought. Diana had revealed her true identity to Steve and he seemed to take the news well.

Could this be the sign that she was looking for as far as her relationship with Major Peter Shafter was concerned? She was of course very bothered by the fact that he seemed to be avoiding her ever since their intimate encounter at Steve and Diana’s wedding. In the time since she used some of her spare time to spy on the Major, following him at times while he went about his daily routine. The only thing out of the ordinary was the day when Major Shafter drove his vehicle and parked it across the street from the Estatvian Embassy for an hour or so and then left.

Well, this may just be the way to get back on track with the eligible Major Shafter. She convinced herself that she would reveal her true identity to him. And if he was anything like Steve, it was easy to assume that he would take the news just as well. One way or another, she would snare a man of her own, and it might as well be Peter. Besides, how could she forget that glorious but all too brief session of secret lovemaking with him at Ambassador Kromov’s mansion? She felt a stirring between her legs and slowly slid her hand to the hem of her skirt.

It didn’t take much longer after that before her fingers slipped under her panties and she was gently rubbing her crotch area. It was nightly routine that had become habit, but usually she had saved the moment until right before bedtime, after she was flush with the adrenaline after her regular evening patrol of the city as Wonder Girl. Her self-pleasuring sessions were even more feverish when she had a more vigorous battle with some brutish gang of hoodlums, which she dispatched with ease.

Her breathing picked up and her temperature rose, her cheeks flush with pink while her fingers rubbed and fingered her most tender of spots. She began daydreaming of Peter, making love to her with wild passion, and her breathing had gone from slow and rhythmic to gasping out loud for air.

Drusilla gasped when the phone rang, snapping her out of her reverie. All hot and bothered, she snatched the receiver off its cradle.

“Hello?”

“Dru? It’s Diana.”

“Oh…(gasp)…Hi, Diana!” Drusilla said between gulps of air.

“You sound out of breath.”

“Oh, I was just…um…(gasp)…doing my nightly calisthenics.

“Good for you,” Diana said. “Listen, I know this is short notice, but I’d like you to join Steve and I for a late dinner tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You remember Ambassador Kromov, don’t you? The sweet gentlemen who lent us his mansion for the wedding? Well, he’s having a private dinner for a few close friends at his apartment here in the city. I asked the ambassador if it would be okay to have you as our guest and he said it would be wonderful to have you join us.”

“Wow! That’s sounds neat!” Drusilla said, clearly excited by the idea. “But…I don’t have anything to wear to such a fancy get together.”

“Nonsense. Just show up as Wonder Girl!”

Drusilla was completely stunned. “Diana, are you serious?”

“Sure. There’s no secret between Steve and I any more. And as far as the ambassador is concerned, Wonder Girl is a friend of Steve’s, just like Wonder Woman.”

“Wait a minute, are you going as Wonder Woman?”

“No of course not, silly. I’m Mrs. Steve Trevor, now. Remember?”

“Does the ambassador know you’re…were…Wonder Woman…and that we’re sisters.”

There was the briefest of pauses before Diana answered, “No. Only Steve knows that.”

Well then, I guess I’ll be there. Where does he live?”

“Get a pen and paper and write down this address…”

Drusilla grabbed a pen and pad and scribbled down the address Diana told her to. After Diana informed her of the time to arrive, they said their ‘goodbyes’ and hung up.

“Hera!” Drusilla exclaimed with excitement. Dinner was in half an hour. It would take her that long to get from her apartment to the ambassador’s. Without another minute to lose, she took a deep breath, and with a spin and a whirl and flash of brilliant light, the Amazon teen was once again transformed into Wonder Girl, the teen Amazon of might.

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The day could not have gone any better this. Vladimir Kromov stood smiling at Wonder Woman, who had just hung up the telephone after speaking to her sister. It was amazing to be in the presence of the great American heroine who had laid waste to thousands of Nazis and Japanese during the most recent world war. Not only was the ebony haired Amazon now completely under his mind control, but also he took diabolical pleasure in using her to bring down the American war hero Major Steve Trevor.

Although Trevor had already served his purpose by providing the ambassador with countless classified Pentagon intelligence documents along with many other Army officers under Kromov’s mind control, it was time for the arrogant Trevor to pay his debt for his role in the defeat of the Gestapo. Kromov, once a high level Nazi officer himself, narrowly escaped the invasion by the U.S. forces in Europe, changed his name and fled Berlin to Estatvia, a country secretly sympathetic to Hitler’s global plans. There, Kromov revealed his expertise of mind control drugs to those in high power, and laid out an elaborate plan to weaken and destroy the mighty country that had stopped the Fuhrer’s domination of the world.

And soon, a third symbol of America’s might would be in his clutches, the valiant Wonder Girl, who had been making quite a name for herself by cleaning up the crime in Washington D.C., just as Wonder Woman had done before her. It just could not get any better than this. He was eager now to get Wonder Woman to his estate, and so he gave detailed instructions to his daughter Karina, entrusting her with the duty of ‘taking care’ of Wonder Girl once she arrived. In the meantime, he could not wait one minute longer to be on his way to the estate with Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor, who was now trussed and stashed away in the trunk of his sedan in the apartment building’s basement garage.

“I want you to keep her here and…(ahem) entertain her… until I arrive tomorrow. I have some rather interesting plans for her here at the embassy,” Kromov told his daughter.

Karina grinned and nodded knowingly in agreement. “Yes, father.”

“I will leave Hans here to assist you.”

“As you wish.”

Kromov turned his attention to the Amazon. “Come Wonder Woman. You will join me for the car trip back to my estate.”

“Yes, ambassador,” Wonder Woman replied obediently and followed him out the door.

Once they were gone, Karina giggled like a schoolgirl. She was giddy with excitement, and made her preparations for Wonder Girl’s arrival while Hans received his instructions with eagerness. He had gotten a look at the teen from his secret observation place in the delivery truck when Drusilla first arrived at the Trevor residence, wearing her regular girlish fashions. After hearing that she and Wonder Girl were one and the same, he was eager to see her in full red white and blue regalia. After Hans changed into a servant’s uniform, the pair went over and over their plan until fifteen minutes later, the apartment’s intercom buzzed.

With a thumping heart in her chest, Karina pushed the answer button. “Yes?”

“Miss Kromov, there’s a Wonder Girl downstairs,” came the voice of Bill, the doorman.

“Please send her up, Bill,” Karina told him. She was about to burst with excitement, but she forced herself to calm down. She told Hans, “All right, you know what to do. Take your place.”

Hans did as he was instructed and waited at attention by the elevator. After a minute, a bell sounded and the doors slid open to reveal the lone passenger, the vivacious and dauntless Wonder Girl in all her glory.

“Good evening, miss, welcome,” Hans greeted her with a gallant bow.

“Hello,” Wonder Girl smiled.

“Please follow me, the guests are awaiting your arrival.”

Wonder Woman followed Hans down a hallway to the main living area, and she was somewhat puzzled to find the room empty except for Karina Kromov, who approached her with open arms and an elegant kiss on each cheek.

“Hello, Wonder Girl. I am the daughter of the ambassador, Karina Kromov.”

“Hello,” Wonder Girl replied in puzzlement. The apartment seemed unusually quiet to be hosting a dinner party. “Um…where is everyone?”

“They’re all in the dining room. I just wanted to meet you for a little girl talk before the others take over all your time. Even for the daughter of a diplomat, it’s not every day that I meet someone like you. Especially someone so close to my own age.”

“Oh.”

“Please tell me, Wonder Girl, what is it like to be a super heroine?”

Wonder Girl grinned knowingly. It must be a thrill for her to meet me, she thought. Proudly she told Karina, “It’s very demanding. And it’s a lot of responsibility. Some days it seems like I have the whole city on my shoulders.”

“Oh, I know all that. Tell me what it’s like to defeat a real live criminal.”

Wonder Girl was taken aback by the question. She would think a high-class girl like Karina Kromov would not concern herself with such things, but maybe inside she was just a real down to earth girl. The teen’s eyes brightened mischievously.

“Do you really want to know the truth?”

“Oh, yes!” Karina exclaimed, waiting with baited breath.

“Sometimes I get a real kick when I’m knocking around bad guys.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You wouldn’t believe it!”

“Do tell!”

“It’s the most amazing sensation when I pick up a man and throw him clear across a room, or give them a good old sock in the gut. And when I’m done thrashing them to within an inch of their life, its sort of neat to see them blubbering and begging for me to stop hurting them.”

“Oh, my goodness!” Karina gasped. “And what would happen if they overpowered you to get the better of you?”

“I really don’t know, that’s never happened,” Wonder Girl said with pride.

“Don’t you have any weaknesses?”

“Well…”

“Like chloroform? Or a blow to the head?”

Wonder Girl was beginning to get slightly uncomfortable with this line of questioning.

Karina continued, “What if a criminal came up from behind you and put a cloth soaked with chloroform over your face while another grabbed your belt?”

“What? How did you…UMMMMMMMPPPPPP?”

Wonder Girl felt a powerful arm seize her around the waist while a thick padded cloth was clamped over her nose and mouth with sudden force. She never had time to take a deep breath, and all she could do was inhale the pungent fumes of the chloroform soaked cloth. “UUMMMMMMMM! ERRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMP!”

Struggling with might, she twisted and squirmed, but before she could use her strength to break free of the arm locked around her torso, Karina snatched her belt and lasso from around her waist.

‘Oh, no!’ Wonder Girl thought. ‘Not my belt! Now I’m powerless! And this cloth…it’s making me…sleepy…No…it can’t be…happening…where is…Wonder Woman…?’

The more she struggled, the quicker the fumes took effect. Despite trying to kick and squirm, the teen heroines struggles began to subside more and more. Hans took great pleasure in crushing her close and tight to his body, and he could feel her rump wiggling and grinding against his groin.

“UUUUMMMM! MMMMPPPH! ERRRRRRRRUUUUUUuuuuuummmmmmm!”

Wonder Girl’s soft brown eyes rolled up under her lids as they bounced sleepily up and down. Karina watched with fascination as the teen of might finally succumbed to the cloth, her fingers clawing at weakly at the air. Finally she slumped in Han’s grasp and fell into deep slumber, uttering a throaty moan as her chest rose once and then fell gently.

Chapter Eleven

On the drive back to his country estate, Vladimir Kromov and Wonder Woman sat side by side in the back seat of his diplomatic sedan. The ambassador pushed a button on a nearby console, which activated a soundproof partition made of smoked glass to block the view of the driver. Once the view of the back of his beefy head was out of sight, Kromov turned his full attention to the vision sitting beside him.

It was amazing to know that he now had total control over America’s greatest super heroine. He chuckled at the memory of how easy it was to get her under his thumb once he found out Wonder Woman and Diana Prince were one and the same. Diana had been under his subliminal command with the first dosage of the mind control drug he secretly gave her during their initial encounter at his estate, which he recalled with lecherous delight in how he took full advantage of her sexually.

Once Hans reported the amazing news of her double identity, Kromov rushed over in his car to Steve Trevor’s neighborhood. From a phone wired to a telephone box down the street from his residence, the ambassador called the major’s home. When Diana answered as Wonder Woman, he delivered a single trigger word, which promptly placed Diana in a highly suggestive and completely obedient state. From there he instructed her to leave the house through the back door, where a car would pick her up in the driveway. Once in the ambassador’s car, they drove along a nearby highway while Kromov interrogated Wonder Woman thoroughly, prying every single detail out of her. He found her true origins, her weaknesses, the secret of her belt, the power of her bracelets and lasso, the location of Paradise Island and finally the true identity of Wonder Girl. Once he was satisfied that he had gleaned all the information he cared to from her, they drove back to her neighborhood where he made a plan. They would wait for Trevor to return, and once he was inside the house, Wonder Woman would leave the ambassador’s car, enter the house through the rear, and pretend as if nothing had happened while Kromov retreated to the disguised spy truck to hear what would transpire.

Kromov listened intently to the surveillance while Trevor disciplined his wife when she could not explain her whereabouts. Then just when things were getting back to normal, he dialed the Trevor residence again and delivered the second trigger word. From there Wonder Woman proved to be the most obedient puppet. She rendered Major Trevor unconscious while he sent his employees to pick them both up and follow him to his apartment. Once there, they transferred Trevor to the trunk of his car for the trip back to the estate. After having Wonder Woman call her sister with the phony invitation to Wonder Girl for dinner, he gave strict instructions to his daughter Karina and went on his way with Steve Trevor in the trunk and Wonder Woman on the seat next to him.

The ideas swam in his mind. All the things he wanted to do to this ravishing beauty. He could barely decide where to begin. He knew the first thing he must do is remove Wonder Woman’s golden belt and lasso before he brought her out of her current state. Once he had done it, he took the Amazon’s glittering lasso and held it before his eyes. He was fascinated by the sensation of it in his hands, and the knowledge of the power it held made the adrenaline pump through his body. Now he would use it against the heroine.

“I hope you will not mind if I use your lasso to tie your hands together, Wonder Woman,” Kromov said. Diana simply held out her wrists so Kromov could remove her bracelets and then tie her wrists securely. Then he made a loop around her waist, cinched a knot, and wrapped the slack end around his hand three times. With a snap of his fingers, he brought Wonder Woman out of her robot-like state.

Diana blinked a few times and had to shake her head to clear the disorientation she was feeling in her mind. When her senses cleared, she opened her eyes and gasped when she discovered the predicament she was in. Hera! No! Bound by my own lasso! How could this have happened? And what am I doing here with the ambassador?

Kromov was delighted to see the confusion on Diana’s face. He always took perverse pleasure in seeing his victim’s reactions when they were finally released from his mind control, as every memory of what they had done slowly returned.

“Good evening, Wonder Woman! How do you feel?”

“Ambassador! What’s the meaning of all this?” Wonder Woman exclaimed. Then slowly panic set in with the realization of what had happened to her over the past few months. Ambassador Kromov had drugged her and taken over control of her…making her do things she would not normally have done in her right mind…such as giving up her virtue to this lecherous man…marrying Steve Trevor…turning the responsibility of crime fighting over to Wonder Girl…doing housework…revealing her secret identity…giving up her mantel as the mightiest of super heroines…and in the end betraying Steve Trevor!

“Hera! What have I done?” Wonder Woman cried out.

“Everything you have been instructed to do from the first time we met,” Kromov said.

“How could you have done this?”

“Very easily, Wonder Woman,” Kromov answered. “First I must tell you, I am not who I appear to be. Yes, I am the Estatavian ambassador, but I was not born in that country. My birth home was in Berlin, Germany.”

When he saw the look of sudden recognition in Wonder Woman’s face, he smiled and continued. “Yes, Wonder Woman, from the look on your face, I can see that you realize that I was an officer in the Gestapo. Because of you and your powerful army, I was forced to flee my Fatherland to hide in Estatvia. I won’t bore you with the details of how I ended up in my current position, but I will tell you this. I do not plan to be an ambassador for very much longer. Now because of my success as a spy in your country, I will be elevated to a top position in the Estatvian army, which is now building the most powerful weapons in the entire world thanks to the generosity of your army officers such as Major Steve Trevor, who turned over thousands of documents pertaining to your weaponry, including the entire atomic bomb program.”

“No!” Wonder Woman screamed. “Steve would never do such a thing!”

“Not in his right mind he would not, no, but in a suggestive state of mind control, he most certainly would,” Kromov told the stunned heroine. “Just as many of the other colonels and generals over at the Pentagon have done.”

“You diabolical monster! What do you think you’re going to gain by all this?”

“Domination of the free world, just as Der Fuhrer had envisioned it. I will pick up where he left off and this time victory over the allies will be ours. Heil Hitler!”

Wonder Woman was infuriated by the sound of those words. “Not if I have anything to do with it!”

“So you say. But I say otherwise. Alas, you are in my control now. As you so informed me, I have you bound by your own lasso, and you are compelled to follow my orders. I have no need for mind control drugs any longer, which is even better, because now you will follow my directions and you will be totally conscious of what you are doing.”

“I’ll resist with all my strength!”

“I am counting on that, Wonder Woman. But in the end it will not be enough. That is what will make my victory over you even more satisfying!” Kromov laughed.

Wonder Woman knew deep down it was true, but she was not about to admit it. “America will prevail, Kromov! You will lose in the end. Evil never wins!”

“We shall see,” Kromov grinned with the malevolence of a demon. “You forget that I also have what the American’s call ‘an ace in the hole.’ Major Steve Trevor. Even if you were to escape, you would not let him die would you?”

“No! You…you can’t!”

“Once I get you to my estate, I am going to turn you over to one of my best men, while I make sure Trevor is tucked away safe and sound.”

“If you hurt him I swear I will hunt you to the ends of the earth!”

“Oh, do not be so dramatic, Wonder Woman. I need Trevor alive. He can still serve some usefulness to our cause.”

Wonder Woman was shivering with anger. She wanted desperately to grab the arrogant ambassador by the neck, despite her vow never to kill without just cause. But the power of the lasso kept her docile and unmoving. This was truly her worst nightmare, to be in complete control of a madman…with her own lasso!

“Since we have some time to kill before we arrive at the estate,” Ambassador Kromov said as he reached for the zipper of his dark trousers. “I command you now to get on your knees and pleasure with that succulent mouth of yours.”

Wonder Woman gasped at the crude suggestion made by the ambassador. She would never have done such a thing in a thousand years, but as the lasso around her wrists and waist confirmed, she surely felt the urge to do otherwise.

“I am compelled to obey,” Wonder Woman said with a disheartened tone in her voice. She sighed and kneeled in the cramped floor space of the backseat of the sedan. Then she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to pleasure the ambassador.

Kromov grinned as he watched his defeated foe; the brave and strong Amazon from Themyscria, on her knees to service him, her head moving up and down in his lap to suckle his cock as slurping sounds filled his ears. And this was only the beginning.

Chapter Twelve

At the Estatvian Ambassador’s apartment, Wonder Girl had already woken from her chloroform-induced sleep and was now thrashing around on the floor. After luring Wonder Girl to their apartment with a simple trap, Karina had Hans remove her belt and bracelets and place shiny metallic straps on the Amazon. The unbreakable bands wrapped her body at various points from neck to ankles to keep the heroine from doing anything but squirm like a trapped insect. There was an elastic strap over her mouth as well so Drusilla was also unable to cry out for help, not that anyone would hear her in the insulated apartment. All she could manage was a series of angry grunts.

“UUUMMMMFFF! UUUUMMMP!” Wonder Girl moaned, glaring at Karina, who watched her sitting cross-legged and smoking a cigarette from a comfortable chair nearby. The ambassador’s daughter was alone with her now that she had sent Hans to stand guard at the elevator entryway while she pondered the endless possibilities of having a super heroine to do with as she pleased.

Meanwhile, Drusilla was desperate to know what was going on. Where were Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor? Why did they chloroform her and bind her up like this? Who dared remove her belt and bracelets, causing her to lose enough of her Amazon strength to break free from these cursed bonds? What was that ambassador up to? The questions kept churning in her mind while she continued to kick up a fuss.

“Just relax, my little darling. You are not going anywhere for a long while,” Karina told Wonder Girl, looking over the girl whimpering and whining uselessly into her gag. She liked how the straps cinched tight around the teen’s body bit creases into her skin and the red white and blue fabric of her shiny costume.

The Amazon fascinated Karina. Brunette. Eighteen years old. Five-feet tall. 110 pounds. Although in perfect shape, the teen was a bit too petite for her taste. But she knew only too well of her father’s deep-seated desire to dominate women of all shapes and sizes. She guessed now the obvious plan was for the heroine to undergo her father’s special mind control drugging just like all the others. Soon, Wonder Girl would be brainwashed to become a submissive minx and their personal sex toy.

“You are in for a truly unique experience, Wonder Girl,” Karina snickered to the heroine squirming on the floor. “My father is going to turn you into the ultimate pleasure slave.”

Wonder Girl’s eyes opened wide at that statement. Not in this lifetime! Drusilla vowed. As soon as I’m free I’m going to take this girl over my knee and teach her a thing or two!

Meanwhile Karina emphasized her ongoing taunts by nudging the toe of her stylish open-toed shoe into the crevice between Wonder Girl’s legs. The teen moaned and tried to squirm away but Karina held her fast. Suddenly, the ringing telephone distracted Karina from her gleeful torment. That could only be her father calling.

“Karina,” she answered demurely, as always.

“I am calling to let you know we have just arrived at the estate, my dear,” Kromov informed her over the phone. “I trust you did not encounter into any problems with our guest?”

“None at all, father.”

“Excellent. Please make certain you attend to her needs until I return tomorrow.”

I certainly will attend to her needs…and mine! Karina thought. “Yes, father.”

“Speaking of which, how is our guest enjoying our hospitality so far?”

“She’s having a ball!” Karina responded with a playful chortle. They spoke to each other in an inside code meant only for the two of them, and anyone who might possibly be listening in. Embassy wiretaps were not uncommon in the residences and embassies of foreign diplomats during the dawn of the Cold War.

“Very good,” Kromov said. “As you know, I will have quite a bit of work to do here the rest of the evening, so I will see you first thing in the morning. Carry on, Karina.”

Karina smiled and hung up. Morning would be plenty of time for some fun for herself, but she did shudder to imagine what might happen to Wonder Woman tonight. Oh well, Karina sighed. At least it’s not me. Suddenly that thought made her remember the huge collection of bondage equipment her father kept in his private bedroom on those evenings when he was bored or needed to unwind from his diplomatic duties at the embassy. And when there was none of his personal liaisons available, he would turn his attention to her. She wasn’t always fond of being used as a bondage toy by her father when the urge hit him, but refusing his kinky exercises could well lead to other severe forms of punishment. He always got what he wanted, caring little about anything else in the process.

She put out her cigarette and got up to go to the bedroom. There she opened an armoire, pulling open cabinets and drawers at random. There were bundles of antique photographs, rows of 16-millimeter film reels and art books among other items. In another drawer was a collection of riding crops and a dozen or so shiny padlocks.

What in Hades is that woman doing? Wonder Girl asked herself, furious at being left to suffer in bondage. Outraged, she began banging the heels of her boots against the floor and moaning loudly for immediate attention. “UUUUUUMMMMMPPPPPPP!”

“Be still, you little brat! You might as well get used to the fact that you are going to be here for a very, very long time,” she heard Karina bark at her from the next room. The thought of it made her shudder and she struggled with renewed vigor. She was not going to spend any more time in this place than necessary.

In the bedroom, Karina’s search turned up little more than the riding crops and padlocks. She began to fear the possibility that her father’s more unique equipment was locked away in his safe. Then she gasped with delight as a hidden panel in the main cabinet opened to reveal a treasure trove of exotic devices. There was a variety of cuffs, each attached to lengths of chains, an extensive collection of gags of every design, and a few leather harnesses and collars. There was even a neat rack of corsets in a multitude of styles and colors, some accessorized with buckles and garters, others with laces and intricate clasps. Her heart leapt when she recognized the short bar and cuffs from the time her father hung her by the ankles one afternoon. It was just the thing to stop the Wonder Brat from making such a fuss with her struggling.

Drusilla was still twisting and thrashing when Karina returned holding something in her hands. Wonder Girl struggled mightily when she realized her captor was about to give her another dose of chloroform.

“MMMMMMMMMPPH!” Drusilla moaned in panic when the cloth was dabbed over her nose. She tried to keep from breathing, but the pungent fumes invaded her nostrils and she inhaled instinctively. Quickly her head began to spin and her eyes drooped heavily.

Once Wonder Girl was put into slumber, Karina removed the straps around her legs, spread them apart, and placed her ankles in the spreader bar cuffs, buckling them into place one at a time. Karina, deceptively stronger than she looked, managed to shift Wonder Girl’s petite body upside down and lift her. She attached the metal hook and chain at the middle of the spreader bar to a heavy duty U-hook that was hidden within a chandelier light fixture in the ceiling.

For a minute or two, Karina watched as the Wonder Teen’s body turned slowly in her suspended upside down position. Then she unfastened the rest of the metal straps from around her nubile body, and replaced them with leather buckle straps around her elbows and wrists to keep her arms sufficiently restrained.

Once Wonder Girl recovered from the chloroform few minutes later, she gasped in dismay to discover her new suspended position. What in the world is this girl doing to me? Doesn’t she know I’m Wonder Girl and I will vanquish her in the end? But with her belt gone, even she did not have enough strength to break these new bindings.

Karina giggled with delight at the teen heroine’s outraged expressions as she twisted and turned. She liked the way her silky brunette waves hung toward the floor while her pert breasts swelled invitingly. It was an arousing vision to see how Wonder Girl’s eyes seemed to be pleading for release. She studied her prey carefully, noting how perfectly shaped her derriere was. She recalled how her father sometimes enjoyed violating his victims anally. She ripped a hole in the stockings at the back of her upper thigh, and after a few minutes of exploration under her costume bottom, she found Wonder Girl’s rump to be exceptionally nice and firm and the rim of her anus to be extremely tight. Her father would be pleased to know her rear portal had never been penetrated.

Karina sensed that there was something in Wonder Girl that indicated she might secretly have an easy-to-manipulate libido. There was something in the expression on her face that simply begged for discipline. She replaced the strap over Wonder Girl’s lips with a new wood and leather bit gag harness with extra straps that held the dowel fast between the teen’s luscious lips while the straps bit into her soft cheeks. Then she turned her full attention to Wonder Girl’s body.

Wonder Girl seethed when Karina shifted the material of her red tunic to gain access to her perfect pear-shaped breasts. How dare she touch me like this! I’m an Amazon! No man or woman should touch my body without my consent!

With a thorough fondling, Karina paid specific attention to Wonder Girl’s tender nipples. After tweaking and rubbing them to hardness, she brought out a pair of shiny clamps and attached them to each pink bud, then tightened them until Wonder Girl’s knobs bulged.

“Superb!” Karina exclaimed with glee, smiling lasciviously at Wonder Girl, who winced and squealed from this new humiliating violation of her body. After a tug or two at the chain between the clamps to see how far the teen’s nipples would extend, Karina decided to unhook Wonder Girl from the light fixture, and lay her on the surface of a nearby tabletop. There she added a pair of leather cuffs to her wrists. She liked the way Wonder Girl arched her back and squirmed on the smooth bar surface, so Karina brought out a custom harness belt with multiple rings to attach chains and locking restraints. It was designed also to cinch the victim’s waist like the shape of a wasp. After trying out a few excruciating positions, Karina finally locked Wonder Girl’s arms at the elbows behind the small of her back, then locked the teen’s wrists to each side of the waist harness to reduce the Amazon’s mobility significantly. Thigh cuffs and more straps completed the stringent new ball-tie position, with Wonder Girl’s head hung over the edge of the table so she was forced to stare upside down. Her legs were bent at the knee, cinched ankle to thigh with straps and spread apart so Karina could direct her perverse inspection at her mound.

Wonder Girl gasped when the sadistic daughter of the ambassador used the tips of her fingernails to graze along the insides of her legs near her crotch, creating waves of goose bumps on her tingling flesh. Then she watched in a state of sexual delirium while Karina directed her attention to the mound between her legs. She tensed up and shivered when Karina stroked the area gently. Then Drusilla gasped audibly when Karina inserted a finger under the bottom edge covering of her costume and then leaned her face close to nibble a hole through the hosiery. Drusilla began to squirm in earnest when her captor inserted her fingers through the tear until she found what she was looking for. Something seemed to ignite the area between her legs when Karina dabbed her finger gently against the swollen lump of her clitoris.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Wonder Girl moaned into her gag. Oh Hera! I’ve never felt anything like this! Her vagina contracted hard while she inhaled and exhaled sharply through her flaring nostrils. In all her teenage years, her body never experienced stimulation like this was. The slightest touch on her most private of areas caused her to squeal and quiver with intense orgasms.

Intrigued by the Amazon’s seeming arousal, Karina unclamped one of Wonder Girl’s nipples, which resulted in a gasping whimper from the teen. Amazingly, her body shuddered forcefully again when the second clamp was removed. She snickered at the heroine’s reactions while she pondered which device to experiment with next. After another muffling with a chloroform-soaked cloth just for the fun of it, Karina decided to remove the bondage harness as well as Wonder Girl’s costume, and then used plenty of straps to keep her nubile body firm and flush against the glossy surface of the table in a spread eagle position. The heroine was now nude except for her tiara and boots. Before Drusilla recovered from the knockout chemical, Karina placed a diamond-studded leather collar around the slender neck of the heroine.

“Things are going to get a little bit naughtier now, I’m afraid,” Karina informed Wonder Girl while her eyes glossed over the area between Drusilla’s spread thighs. Karina’s perverse pleasure in sexually punishing the heroine was heightened by the suspicion that the Amazon teen might be trying to hide her desire for such treatment. She decided now was as a good a time as any to try out one of father’s special whips. She chose a wicked looking one and whipped it about in the air in front of Wonder Girl’s panicked face.

Hera! What is she going to do with that thing? Wonder Girl questioned. Striking an Amazon with a tool made for man’s sick perversions? No! This is forbidden!

The grip of the whip’s handle felt good in Karina’s delicate hand. She had been expertly trained in the art of punishment from the subversive tutelage of her father. Women were brought home, dressed up in costumes and capes and used as training tools. She would always remember that very first lesson from personal experience: her father began on less-sensitive body parts, like breasts and thighs, and then move on from there. But it seemed here and now that the slightest tap anywhere would send Wonder Girl into convulsions of ecstasy.

“You are not such an innocent are you?” Karina taunted and laughed as she glanced the lash softly against Wonder Girl’s clitoris. “I would love to have your cunt wrapped around my favorite toy. Let me see how you enjoy it when we get a bit more… intense,”

Karina sneered with sadistic glee as she unleashed a vicious lash against Wonder Girl’s tingling twat. She saw how the heroine bite hard onto her bit gag and wince with pain and grinned devilishly.

“Hmm, I think you deserve a few more of those,” Karina giggled while she used her finger to explore the heroine’s vulva in between the lashings. She marveled as a steady stream of juices seeped out of Wonder Girl’s slit onto the tabletop. Then she slipped her fingers in and out from between her captive’s sopping pink lips. There seemed to be no sign of any stopping. Karina stroked the edges of Wonder Girl’s vagina absentmindedly and told her, “Hmmm. I think you better calm down before you have a seizure.”

Heroines like this are rare! Karina realized. Then she pondered the obvious question. I wonder how long I could keep her going like this? She took sadistic delight in taunting Wonder Girl. “Are you ready for more, my little American slut?”

Given her gagged mouth's inability to respond, Drusilla uttered only a pitiful whimper. She wanted desperately to tell her captor to have mercy and stop these perversions. It was humiliating enough to realize how her body was reacting to this subtle torment. She could not believe the intense pleasure within the pain what she was experiencing from the hands of her captor.

As she continued her delicate tantalizing sexual tortures, Karina guessed that when her father took his turn with Wonder Girl, he would be even more merciless. She could barely imagine the effects of her father’s perverse acts on a body as sensitive as Wonder Girl’s seemed to be. Her sensitive pussy will be flooded after just five minutes once father gets started with her.

As she watched Wonder Girl lay panting and limp on the exam table, Karina decided to give her a short break while she went to search for more toys to try on the heroine. With a scandalous grin, Karina removed her dress and changed into a corset, stockings, gloves and high heel boots. For the rest of the evening, the fewer clothes to get in the way, the better.

Chapter Thirteen

In a bunker hideaway deep under Kromov’s estate, Wonder Woman was unconscious and bound spread-eagled against a cold stainless steel bondage rack. The red white blue and gold satin bodice of her costume had been removed. Only her tiara, earrings and boots remained. Heavy duty restraining clamps held each of her wrists and ankles at the four corners of an adjustable metal grid contraption, which was tilted vertically. Max, the ambassador’s muscled henchman, stood before her, shirtless with the double mark of the ‘SS’ branded into the chiseled bicep of his right arm. Other battle scars from the war graced the surface of his torso flesh. His flared uniform pants were tucked military style into shiny officer’s boots.

Max studied Wonder Woman’s face with smirking interest while he happily groped at the bountiful curves of her statuesque frame. He marveled at the smoothness of her skin and the incredible firmness of her flesh. She was a perfect specimen of beauty with her glossy ebony hair, deep blue eyes, and sleek limbs. He admired the way her trim, supple waist expanded upward to a bosom from which her plump breasts invited his molestations.

He reached around her hips to clench her buttocks with his thick fingers and felt his loins roil with lust. The combination of her dazzling beauty and awe-inspiring body took his breath away. Obviously, she was the ideal nemesis for a sadistic ex-Nazi Storm Trooper with a secret fetish for dominating women such as this. He was curious to find out how much suffering this Amazon could endure. He unzipped his wool trousers and reached in to pull out his stiffening penis. A little forced sex would soften up the haughty Amerikaner for the pain to follow.

Diana roused slowly from unconsciousness. She groaned from a dull throbbing at the back of her head. Hera! Only someone with super human strength could have put me out like that. Slowly memories seeped into her rattled brain beginning with her very first encounter with Kromov to the drive back to the ambassador’s estate, where she recalled being hammered behind her head and blacking out. She thought anxiously about Steve and Drusilla, which brought her vision to focus. When it did, Wonder Woman recoiled from the sight of Max, who was exposing his fully erect member from the opening of his trousers. She watched first with shock and then revulsion as Max taunted her by bouncing his cock up and down to intimidate her and then looked away quickly in disgust.

“Oh, Queen Mother! What have I gotten myself into?” she thought with distress. Diana knew herself to be physically and mentally superior to men like Max and had proved it many times during her career as America’s premier defender of justice as well as her many adventures with Steve Trevor, where she had rescued Steve from the clutches of some sick evildoer many times. It had thrilled her to defeat each and every devious villain, and she never failed to humiliate them in the end with her strength and cunning. But for the first time, she found herself at a disadvantage and vulnerable.

Max ran his hands admiringly along her incredibly endowed body. Amazed at the round firmness of Wonder Woman’s breasts, he pushed his face into the deep cleavage between them, breathing in the arousing scent and marveling at the creamy caress of her soft skin against his cheeks. Nearly at the point of ejaculation by just touching her, he became even more aroused when she tensed and twisted her torso so that her breasts plopped against his cheeks. With a lecherous grin, he slipped his hand down over her groin. Wonder Woman gasped when she felt a finger push through the dark patch of hair and into her most intimate of areas. Angrily she snapped her head back and hissed through gritted teeth, fighting back the tears of humiliation that threatened to well up in her eyes. She glared back at him with intense hatred while he nuzzled her ample mounds.

“You'll pay for this!” Wonder Woman snarled, trying to twist her ample mounds out of reach, causing them to jiggle like globes of rubber instead. “Your days are numbered, you coward!”

Max chuckled at her audacity. He took each of her nipples with thumbs and forefingers and gave them a severe pinch and twist just to see what reaction he could get from her. He liked how Wonder Woman became more furious when he gripped her pink buds and tugged them outward. Playing with her jiggling breasts brought his penis to a pulsating ache. He reached down and rubbed it menacingly along her thigh. With his other hand, he gripped her taut butt cheek, and positioned his member to nudge it against her loins.

In quiet desperation, Wonder Woman clenched her nether region when Max positioned himself to enter her. She could only grimace as he slowly pushed in the head of his cock. With the moisture of his pre-cum and her tender crevice, she knew he could easily enter her. With a grunt, she winced when Max forcefully penetrated her pink petals, and let out a groan of despair when she felt his stiff member fill her to the hilt inch by inch.

Max rammed the heroine even deeper once he became aware of her staunch efforts to resist his entry. He could not resist a cruel taunt in his thick German accent, “What is matter Wunder Frau? I am too large for you?”

“You sick fiend!” Wonder Woman raged, desperately trying to steel her resolve. She was rewarded for her outburst with a hard thrust slammed deep into her tunnel of silk. The unwanted act made her wince in disgust.

Max chuckled. “I thought you Amerikaner’s enjoy to be captured and raped. I see you will need quite a bit of taming.”

Exploding with anger, Diana put all her strength into a spasm of intense struggling, rattling the bondage rack with ferocity. This pathetic man will not get the best of Wonder Woman! And I won’t allow his despicable assault to arouse me! I swear it!

Aroused my her mighty struggles, Max grinned and delivered yet another series of vicious thrusts, grunting with pleasure as his cock slammed into the sizzling walls of Wonder Woman’s silk-like sex muscle. He stared into her eyes and smirked as if trying to goad her into more angry resistance.

“Are you not aroused by me?” Max taunted. He laughed when her eyes returned a scornful glare. He had nearly succeeded in completely erasing her superior attitude. “Are you ready to submit to me?” he taunted.

Diana seethed with rage, grunting, bucking and straining against her restraints. “An Amazon will never submit to a man! Once I’m free you’ll suffer for my humiliation.”

Max used his palm to mash her left breast. In perverse satisfaction, he sunk his thick fingers into her firm flesh, grinning at the look of disgust in her face. He was totally aroused by his humiliation of the heroine. Knowing he held the advantage thrilled him sexually and stiffened his cock even more than it already was. He wanted to savor the moment as long as possible.

With a leering grin, Max decided to change tactics. “Admit it, Wunder Frau,” he told her when he suddenly pulled out of Diana and took a few steps back. “You wish to be tamed by a superior man.”

Wonder Woman seethed. “I will send you to Hades you vile monster!”

Max was tantalized by the heroine’s continued defiance. It pushed his adrenaline, knowing he was about to tame the mighty Wonder Woman. He approached her with a cocky swagger, drinking in the magnificent vision of feminine beauty spread before him.

The audacity of her captor repulsed Diana. She could not hide her outward revulsion, although deep inside she was experiencing an intense stimulation of her libido, brought on, it seemed, by the lingering effects of Ambassador Kromov’s mind control. Somehow she had to keep it in check lest it overpower her will to resist. Wonder Woman warned her captor, “If you touch me once more I swear I will take you apart limb from limb!”

“Still defiant, eh, frauline?” Max smirked. He licked his lips, grabbed her hips and positioned his swelling penis against the ebony bush between her legs. Then he told her, “I shall rape you a bit slow, this time. In and out until you are very wet.”

Wonder Woman could not bear the thought of him putting his male sex into her again, but she was helpless to do anything about it. On the other hand, the threat of rape, the danger and heightened intensity of the moment seemed to stir something in her loins. Merciful Minerva, please help me! I must fight this! I cannot succumb!

The stalwart heroine warned her tormentor, “I swear you will regret this--”

“He, he! You will beg for it soon, Wunder Frau,” Max sneered, curling his lip back to expose gleaming teeth. He drew his hips back, threatening to enter her, but he paused and stared lasciviously when he saw her tense up in anticipation. For the moment, he decided to keep his erect member from penetrating her. Instead, Max’s fondling became more and more salacious. He took his sweet time to explore every inch of her spectacular form. As time passed, he noticed with amusement that Wonder Woman began to pant with arousal by his exploring of her stunning body. He held her hips firmly and moved them in rhythm as he rubbed the entire length his cock against the tingling slit of her crotch.

“Ja. There-- like that.” Max was aching, his throbbing erection nearing eruption without even having entered her yet. He was about to launch himself to penetrate her, but waited. “I do not think you are ready, yet. I will tease you more. You must be wetter.”

Wonder Woman couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She'd never been wetter in her life, even when making passionate love to Steve. She felt Max rub his stiff rod over and over her pubic area and wondered why it felt so sublime. She realized that she must have lost track of her senses, and long since ceded control of her will. Diana could sense that she was becoming more fully aroused by his abasement and the vigorous fondling. How is he dominating me, and why am I so helpless to resist?

The molestations eventually pushed her over the edge and she was about to climax when suddenly Max spun the angle of his bondage rack backwards so that her face was upside down and inches from his throbbing member. “Please me now, American whore!” he commanded as he plunged his cock into her mouth without warning. Diana was forced to take him in, stunned from being kept from climax so close from release.

“Suck it good or you will be punished!” Max directed while Wonder Woman complied without thinking. Her mouth was salivating, and his member, now slick from the suckling of Diana’s lips and tongue, was oozing pre-come. “Take it! Take it all inside!”

With her mind battling between reluctance and eagerness, Wonder Woman ultimately succumbed to his orders and slavishly complied. “Deeper!” Max demanded as he fucked her luscious mouth. Diana gagged as she was forced to deep throat him as best as he could, feeling his testicles slapping her face in the process.

The Amazon’s sex was soaked and aching to be filled. Pleasuring her captor with her mouth and tongue prevented the ejaculation that had welled up inside her, but after many, many minutes of oral violation, Diana was beginning to savor this lewd act. But yet again she was distracted from her own pleasure by Max’s sudden withdrawal from her eager mouth just as she was beginning to get into a rhythm. She felt Max adjust the bondage rack table back to its original position. Suddenly her throbbing pussy was filled with an object so large and thick she thought he must have inserted a thick steel rod inside her, wrenching her sex with pulverizing thrusts. She looked down to see that Max’s organ seemed to have swelled to twice its normal size.

Max smiled at her confusion. Moments earlier had had injected his groin with a tiny needle filled with a drug that grew his penis to a muscled super-size prick.

Minerva! He’s going to seal my fate by forcing me to succumb to the very thing that I have fought to this point. I’m now about to be dominated by the organ of a man! A vile enemy of my adopted country no less! Diana felt Max flex his sex muscle with lascivious glee and reamed her to the hilt to fully break her resolve. His thick organ flexed in synchronous rhythm with his thrusts.

“St-Stop! NOOOOO! You can’t do this!” Diana screamed.

Max laughed sadistically as he reveled in total supremacy over this once haughty heroine. He had overcome her with the most devastating part of his anatomy. The symbolic act amused him: the essence of heroic femininity being ground to a pulp by his totem of masculinity.

Diana tried to resist, but it was useless now. She was trapped, literally nailed to the steel contraption by Max’s impaling member. “This is not happening,” she thought. Gasping and desperately trying to redouble her efforts to fight, she whimpered as his cock plunged ever deeper into the cleft between her quivering thighs. In between bludgeoning her sex with brutal thrusts, he also tensed his cock muscle so that her inner walls were expanded and squeezed even tighter around his cock. She was now impaled with a fleshy monster that threatened to crush and break her in two.

There was enough slack in the chains that when he rammed his cock deeper into her ravished sex, Wonder Woman was forced upward, her ankle chains yanked taut, trapping her more painfully. The vigorous thrusts and size of Max’ thick muscle prevented any chance now of resistance. She was a strong Amazon destined to fight against injustice toward others, but now she was being defeated and tamed by the sexual organ of a man she could have defeated under normal circumstances. Diana shuddered to realize how utterly physically superior he was. This is dispiriting! He is… too strong!

In a furious panic, Diana thrashed against him, but only strained and hurt her body in the process. Hearing his laughter at her weak efforts, she finally admitted silently, “By the Gods above! He’s getting the best of me. How could I let this be done?”

Gripping her breasts firmly, Max squeezed them until they were nearly ready to pop. The slick perspiration of her skin seemed to ease the excruciating pain somewhat by allowing his fingers to graze over her breasts like they were oily balloons.

In this contest between good and evil, male and female, Max’s cock was overpowering Wonder Woman’s pussy so much that she was soon limp with exhaustion and drenched with perspiration. The Amazon was only dimly aware of the unlocking of the clamps that had bound her ankles. Looking down, she saw the monstrous bulging of his vein-filled, ultra-enhanced organ as it slid in and out to pin her pussy against the metal rack again and again. She clamped her eyes shut and winced when she felt his hips impelling her upward with piston thrusts, after he released her ankles from the clamps so he could penetrate her even deeper. Now a withering wreck, Diana trembled and hot tears of humiliation streamed down her face. With her arms restrained and totally helpless, she knew she was now destined for a future of torment. Too weak to struggle any longer, she was unable to extricate his steel pole from her sopping slit and whimpered in utter despair, helpless to fight back the feelings of pure lust within her. In fact, her body and mind both began to cave into a mind numbing orgasm, her body shuddering as an impending climax roiled in her midsection and threatened to explode.

Clamping her ass in a firm grip and slamming her against the rack, Max recognized his captive was near orgasm and hissed, “I will not give you the release you crave, Wunder Whore,” he hissed. “You will beg me for it.”

With a grunt, Max pulled out of Wonder Woman, took her by the ankles and forced her legs up until she was bent upwards at the waist. He shackled her feet with cuffs to the top of the pedestal near her wrists so that she was restrained in a folded position, her ass positioned outwardly so Max could crack a whip across her exposed derriere. For the next half hour, he laid into her non-stop, only pausing to wipe sweat from his brow or to catch his breath. Max knew from much past experience that after a searing session of non-stop punishment like this, Wonder Woman would eventually lose her resolve and beg him to stop, if she didn’t pass out from exhaustion first. He hoped the Amazon could take it. He was eager to find out how her entire body would take the constant barrage from his whip. He would whip her until she was tamed and on her knees before him.

“You are inferior to me Wunder Frau,” Max taunted the gasping heroine in between his cruel lashes. “This is what will happen now when you resist my commands!”

Wonder Woman groaned and gagged in reflex when Max suddenly stuffed a filthy rag in her mouth and secured it in place with a short piece of rough cord. He stared at her with a smug expression, and flexed his whip before her eyes with sadistic glee. Diana was panic-stricken, fearful that he was about to sizzle her quivering rear with his whip again. When Max raised the whip and flicked it so that the length of it undulated until it snapped at the end, Wonder Woman’s face lit up in fright and she promptly fainted dead away.

Brimming with amusement, Max tossed the whip on the floor, calmly washed his hands and face in a pan of cool water, and left Wonder Woman in the dungeon room, secured in the same position. He would take a break until the defeated Amazon was awake again. When he returned, he would decide then how to continue. More sex or torture? Whether it was pleasure or pain, Wonder Woman would be turned to mush once he was finished with her.

But that was not all. Tomorrow they promised to bring the Amerikaner, Major Steve Trevor, to his dungeon for some pain as well. Revenge would be sweet.

Chapter Fourteen

Ambassador Vladimir Kromov sat patiently watching and waiting as Major Steve Trevor finally awoke from unconsciousness. He could hardly wait to see the look on his face when Trevor woke up to find himself hung by the wrists. While he waited he thought about the hidden dungeon room below where his trusted soldier Max was currently tending to Wonder Woman as per his instructions. Herr Max was a true artist when it came to using his unique talents to soften the enemy. He had witnessed it first hand in France when Max “convinced” many resistance fighters into betraying the whereabouts of their comrades in hiding. He was especially adept at working with the young French women. Without her belt and lasso, Kromov was confident Max would do the same to Wonder Woman.

And so he was free to concentrate his full attention on Trevor who, along with the cursed Amazon, was one of those most responsible for the defeat the Gestapo and foiling Der Fuhrer’s plans. He sat up at attention when Trevor began to stir, watching him shake his head weakly, trying to clear the cobwebs.

When Trevor was fully awake, he first noticed Kromov sitting across the room from him. The second thing he noticed was the terrible ache in his shoulders. He soon realized his arms were trussed over his head by cuffs and chains, and so he swiftly stood at attention to relieve the stress in his aching shoulders joints. By his current situation, and the look on Kromov’s face, Trevor soon realized the man was up to no good.

“What’s going on here?” Trevor demanded.

“Consider yourself a prisoner of war Major Trevor,” Kromov informed him.

“Prisoner of war?”

“Yes. And it is finally time for you to pay for your war crimes.”

Trevor looked at the ambassador is stunned disbelief. Was this man insane? “What in Pete’s sake are you talking about ambassador?”

“You will no longer refer to me as “ambassador.” From here forward you will address me as “commander.”

The way Kromov pronounced the word made the hairs on Trevor’s neck stand straight up. He had heard it pronounced exactly the same way back in Europe, when he faced many a Nazi officer over the years of the war between the allies and the enemy axis.

“So, you’re not from Estatvia. You’re of German descent!”

“That is correct Major. And for your information I was also an officer of the SS during the war. My true birth name is Helmut Wolfgang von Hammer.”

“That’s all very interesting, but the war is over…commander,” Trevor said with arrogance. “We won. Remember?”

“Oh, yes indeed, I do remember. You and your comrades did indeed win the last war, with the help of your Amazon friend Wonder Woman. But I promise you, you will not win the war I am about to wage on your country very soon.”

“You’re insane, Kromov!” Trevor exclaimed.

Kromov’s eyes narrowed and his expression darkened. He reached for a button on a control box in the armrest of his chair and pressed it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHH!” Trevor screamed as his body tensed up from the electric current produced by a shock collar attached around his neck. Kromov released the button, ceasing the voltage screaming through Trevor’s entire body.

“I told you, you will refer to me as “Commander.”

Trevor gasped for air. His body still shook from mini-spasms from the aftershock of the collar. Even on the few times he was captured and interrogated by the enemy during the war, he had never felt such a stunning pain as the one produced by the collar around his neck. For perhaps the first time in his life, Steve Trevor felt an unfamiliar twinge of fear.

“Now that I have your complete attention Major Trevor, I hope you will indulge me while I tell you my life story and exactly how I will defeat you and this soon to be miserable country of yours.”

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Back at the apartment in midtown Washington DC, Hans was at the door leading into the private bedroom of the ambassador, pressing his ear to the door. He could hear a muffled “MMMMMMPPPPH!” from inside, as well as the occasional slapping noise and an odd squeaking. There was also the unmistakable sound of the ambassador’s daughter laughing and sometimes grunting. He could only imagine what was going on in there, but from the sound of it, Wonder Girl was not having a good time. A peek through the keyhole only allowed brief glimpses of Karina strutting around in her corset, garters, stocking and boots, carrying some kind of item or another in her hand and presumably using it on the teen heroine. He could barely make out the lascivious whispers as Karina tormented the heroine and it gave him a stiff erection.

DING!

Hans stood up straight and looked down the hallway toward the direction of the elevator. Had the ambassador returned after all? Quickly he scurried down the hall and when he came to the elevator, he saw the doors open but no one standing in the foyer. “Was ist dies?” Hans asked to no one in particular as he poked his head inside.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Major Peter Shafter hissed, pressing his army issue sidearm, a silver-plated .45 automatic, to the temple of German national. Hans froze stiff, gazing out the corner of his eye to the man dressed in stiff shoes, black dungarees and a dark leather bomber jacket.

“Who are you?” Hans asked. “Who allowed you to enter the ambassador’s apartment? This is forbidden.”

“Tell that to my boss, Uncle Sam,” Shafter said. “Now listen carefully, good buddy. Put your hands behind your head, turn around real slow, and kneel down.”

Hans was careful to do exactly as he was told. “What is the meaning of this?”

“I ask the questions here, buddy boy. Now tell me. Where is Wonder Girl? And don’t lie and tell me you don’t know. I’ve been watching the building and I know she’s in here.”

True to his military background, Hans refused to say a word.

“Cat got your tongue, eh? All right then, lie face down on the floor, cowboy.”

Just as Hans was about to do as he was told, Shafter slammed the butt of his sidearm into the base of Han’s skull and knocked him out cold. Hans crumpled to the floor while Shafter was already on the move. He crept like a wraith in silence through the apartment, peeking around corners with his weapon at the ready. His ears were perked up for any sound. As he stepped down the main hallway, he froze when he heard muffled sounds and loud sighs behind one of the doors. He pressed his ear to the door and tried the door handle, but it was locked. He was stunned when he recognized the unmistakable sound of Drusilla Prince moaning and whimpering.

“What in Sam Hill…?” Shafter whispered and stepped back from the door. Aiming his heel at the spot of the doorjamb, Shafter smashed the bedroom door open with a blunt force kick. He stepped in quickly with his gun drawn froze at what he saw. Karina Kromov, the ambassador’s daughter, was straddled over Wonder Girl with her crotch placed in the heroine’s face while holding her head up by the hair and forcing the teen to pleasure her orally.

Karina froze her humping of Wonder Girl’s face when she recognized the intruder as Major Shafter, one of Steve Trevor’s colleagues from the Pentagon who she had met at the wedding of Steve and Diana. “How dare you! How did you get in here?” Karina demanded loudly. Then she called out, “Hans!”

“Hans is taking a little nap,” Shafter informed her. “Now do me a big favor and get off the girl.”

Furious at this intrusion, Karina released Wonder Girl’s hair and let her head bang hard on the tabletop she was strapped to. Dazed by the sexual torture and near suffocation by Karina’s muff, the ravished heroine’s eyelids fluttered and she uttered a weak moan. The ambassador’s daughter narrowed her eyes in anger when Shafter ordered her to stand at attention, legs spread apart with her hands on her head while he frisked her vigorously for weapons. Then frisked her again for good measure.

“Can’t be too careful,” Shafter said with a sly grin as he palmed her breasts left and right.

“Damn you! Get this over with!” Karina hissed. “I will see that you suffer for this you pathetic man. This is an international incident! You know full well that I have full diplomatic immunity!”

“Put a sock in it, doll face,” Shafter said, taking a step back to survey the situation. In the fraction of a second it took to look over at Wonder Girl, Karina spun in place, lashed out with one leg and whip-kicked the gun out of Shafter’s hand. Before he realized what was happening, Karina planted a solid kick to his groin, doubling him over. She promptly grabbed his jacket by the shoulders and rammed a knee into his chin, stunning him.

Shafter fell backwards and curled up in a fetal position, grabbing at his jewels, groaning in agony. The combination of blows had completely taken the wind out of his sails. Karina, smug with pride at having felled the cocky American, placed the pointed toe of her boot an inch from Shafter’s face and told him, “Kiss my boot, little man!”

“Bitch!” Shafter grunted between clenched teeth. Karina responded by taking the stiletto heel of her boot and digging it into the bunched up muscles of his neck. Just as she did so, Shafter lashed out with one arm and swept her feet out from under her. Karina flipped backwards and landed square on her back. The air was knocked out of her lungs with a loud wheeze.

Struggling to his knees, Shafter moved as quickly as he could before his opponent had time to recover. Karina was leaning up on her elbows to rise; teeth beared and snarling like an angry cat. Shafter told her, “I’m not one to hit a woman, but in your case, I’m making an exception.” With that he slugged her across the jaw and knocked her senseless.

“Holy Moly, that dame fights dirty,” Shafter groaned between shallow breaths, still trying to recover from the debilitating blow to his manhood. He scrambled to his feet and went to pick up his sidearm before hurrying over to see about Wonder Girl.

“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” Shafter chided her.

“Major Shafter!” Drusilla exclaimed when she realized it was Peter who had shown up to rescue her. “How did you find me?”

“That’s a long story,” Shafter told her as he tucked his gun in his belt and pulled out a folding knife from his pocket to cut away her straps. “Why don’t I explain on the way to the ambassador’s house?”

“Is that where they’ve taken my sis-…Um, Wonder Woman and Steve?”

“I expect so. Frankly, I was more worried about getting to you first…Drusilla.”

Hera! He knows who I am! Wonder Girl gasped. Drusilla blushed sheepishly and told him, “Peter, I wanted to explain all this to you…”

“I know kid. Don’t worry about that right now.”

Once she was free, Shafter handed Wonder Girl her costume, careful to look away. Drusilla suddenly remembered she was naked.

“Oh, Major, I can’t believe this has happened to me.”

“Look, there’s no time to feel sorry for yourself. Let’s just hurry up and go after the ambassador. We need to get out of here before the hell cat wakes up.”

Drusilla smiled at Shafter’s heroic determination. Then she stiffened her own resolve and quickly redressed into her star spangled red tunic and blue bottom. They located her belt and in minutes they were on their way to the Kromov mansion in Shafter’s car. As he drove, Shafter began to explain how he found her.

“Steve and I played a round of golf this afternoon. It seemed like something was eating at him, so a minute or two after I dropped him off at home, I decided to go back and talk to him. That’s when I spotted Wonder Woman heading getting out of a car parked near the house and entering through the rear. I recognized the car. It belonged to the Estatvian Ambassador, so I pulled over a block away to watch and see what happened. Later a truck pulled up the drive and parked in the back. Before I could figure out what was going on, the truck came back out and drove away with the ambassador’s car following close behind. On the way, they stopped for a minute. Wonder Woman got out of the truck and into the ambassador’s car. I followed them to the apartment, but they parked in the underground garage so I couldn’t tell if Steve was with them. I decided to bide my time and wait. When the car came back out, I could barely make out Wonder Woman and the ambassador in the back seat. I was about to follow them when I spotted you heading to the apartment. I figured the ambassador and Wonder Woman were on their way to the estate so I figured I’d better find out what you were doing there first. It took some…er… gentle persuading of the doorman, and I convinced him to let me up without being announced. Boy was I glad I did.”

“Me too,” Drusilla said wistfully. She looked at Shafter with a brand new sense of awe and adoration. No matter what had happened between them, such as her deep disappoint a having been avoided after their initial tryst, it seemed he genuinely care for her. She decided to forgive him of everything and leaned across to plant a gentle kiss of thanks appreciation on his cheek.

“What was that for?”

“For being you,” Wonder Girl told him. Then her look of love faded into a determined expression. “Now lets go get those dirty crumbs!”

“At a girl!” Shafter exclaimed, fully impressed with Drusilla’s fortitude after what she had just been through. He stepped on the gas and his Chevy roared down the highway toward the ambassador’s mansion.

Chapter Fifteen

Max was using all his strength to flog the mighty Wonder Woman. In the middle of the dungeon room the heroine was hung with chains by her wrists and her body writhed in agony with each slap of the multiple straps against her bared torso. When Max tired of whipping her breasts and stomach, he would move around and give her backside a thorough work over. It was amazing to him how much the Amazon could take. Many of the female French Resistance spies he tortured would have long given out and succumbed to his special punishment. He was more determined than ever to break her down and make her beg for the pain to end. Until then he would have to be content with the sounds of her screams and groans.

WHAP! “UNNNNHH!” WHAP! “AAAAAAAAH!” WHAP! “UUUUUUUMMMMM!”

“Have you not had enough Wunder Frau?” Max asked between floggings. Amazing! She still refuses to break. He decided to try a different tactic and attack her weak spots.

“Ah, I forgot to inform you, everything that is happening to you, it will soon happen to Major Trevor as well. All you have to do to spare his suffering is it to tell me you will serve me.”

No! Not Steve! Wonder Woman knew she could not let such a thing happen. She could not even begin to imagine Steve suffering like this. But without her belt to enhance her Amazon strength, she was helpless to break free from the chains so she could teach this barbaric villain a lesson. The pain was searing. And the humiliation of being treated so brutally by a man was the ultimate humiliation for the Amazon princess. She thanked the gods her mother and Amazon sisters back on Paradise Island were not witness to this. Incredibly, only an hour had passed, but it had seemed like days. Her face was red and hot tears brimmed in her clear blue eyes when her tormentor began sizzling her ass yet again. By the heavens, this is enough! I cannot take one minute more! Full of despair, Wonder Woman murmured, “I will serve you.”

Max stopped his flogging and moved around to stare Wonder Woman in the face. “What did you say?”

Diana fixed her eyes on Max. With a bitter tone, she finally acquiesced. “I will serve you.”

Max puffed his muscled chest in sadistic pride. The unbreakable was finally broken. “So, the brave and mighty Amazon, conqueror of men, is finally conquered. I must tell you Wunder Frau; you have far outlasted anyone I have ever tortured before. But like all the others, it was only a matter of time before your spirit was crushed by my whip and tamed by my manhood. Now that you finally realize who is the true master, you will begin your lessons as a defeated slave. Your duty now will be to serve your new master.”

“If that is what you wish,” Wonder Woman replied, lowering her eyes.

“Your first lesson; you will refer to me as “Herr Max.””

“Yes, Herr Max,” Wonder Woman complied.

Max smiled with satisfaction. He was impressed with her new attitude. After a minute to revel in his domination of the once arrogant Amazon, he removed her from her the painful suspension and placed a new set of metallic cuffs to her wrists with a short length of chain between them. Then he placed a collar around her neck with a ring in the front so he could attach a length of a chain to lead her around like a pet or to snap her to attention as needed during her slave training.

The symbolic placement of the cuffs and collar to replace her gold bracelets and belt was not lost on Diana. It pained her deeply to know someone from man’s world had gotten the better of her. But she took some comfort in the fact that at least Steve would not have to suffer like this. In truth, she had no idea her husband was already suffering a different kind torment.

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Kromov had finally finished the telling of his life story to Major Trevor, so the American would fully understand his motivations. Now he was in the middle of torturing him simply for the perverse pleasure of it. There was a knock at his door.

“Enter.”

A guard came into the room and told Kromov, “Sir, there is a car coming toward the estate from the main road.”

“I am not expecting anyone. Who is it?”

“The guard on the roof said it was an American. And the one called Wonder Girl.”

Kromov shot up out of his chair. “What? That is impossible! Is he certain?”

“Yes commander. He spied them with his binoculars.”

“Get my daughter on the telephone. She is at the apartment.”

“Yes, commander!”

The guard snapped his boots together, spun on his heels and left the room.

“Well, Major, it appears that you have some would be rescuers on the way. I can tell you this: I will have a very big surprise for them both. Rest assured, you will not be rescued tonight,” Kromov said as he picked up a nearby phone and dialed once.

In the dungeon, Max had Wonder Woman on all fours, licking his boots. When the phone rang, he grunted in displeasure at having his lessons interrupted.

“Max,” he said into the phone.

“Come upstairs. We have visitors.”

Max’ s cobalt eyes lit up. He knew exactly what that meant. The chance to crush more of the enemy under his hob-nailed boot. Always eager for combat, he knew he had to put away his slave toy for the time being. He went to a cabinet and took a smoky brown bottle from the shelf and poured some of its contents onto a folded white cloth. He yanked on the chain, forcing Wonder Woman to crawl towards him, “Come little slave. It is time for you to nap until I am ready to play with you again.”

“No! Not that! Noooooo… UUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmpph!”

Wonder Woman mouth and nose were clamped firmly with the thick cloth, stifling her protests. She squirmed in Max’ s stern grasp until her vision began to fade to gray around the edges. Max watched her face in lascivious delight, marveling at the clear blue eyes as they rolled up beneath her long fluttering eyelashes. His loins stirred at hearing her sleepy moans and feeling her go limp in his arms. When she was deep into chloroform induced slumber, Max placed her on a cot and padlocked her to the bed frame by her collar chain. He was confident that he would finish quickly with the intruders, then he would come back to continue her lessons.

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A quarter of a mile down the long road leading up to the ambassador’s secluded estate, Major Shafter was speeding along, his car kicking up dust between the tree lines. Ahead they could see the mansion. Every light in the house seemed to be on and the front was blazing bright with floodlights.

“I think they’re expecting us,” Shafter said.

“How do you know?” Wonder Girl asked.

“Get down!” Shafter yelled when he saw bright flashes coming from several positions around the house. In a fraction of a second, he grabbed Wonder Girl by the back of the head and forced her down into his lap, then ducked down on top of her before the front windshield exploded, showering glass all over his back. Outside the car hundreds of bullets plunked into the front end as it continued to speed down the road with Shafter’s foot planted firmly on the gas pedal.

“Hold on to your britches! We’re going in Kamikaze style!” Shafter warned. The thrill of the battle was coursing through his body just like back in the war. “Nobody fires at Major Pete Shafter and his girl and lives to tell the tale!”

With her face buried in Shafter’s crotch, Drusilla thrilled at his words of bravery. I’m his girl!

The car never slowed, and the bullets never ceased pummeling the car until Shafter aimed his rolling metal battering ram of a Chevy right through the concrete water fountain in front of the circular drive and straight into the front double doors of the mansion where it crashed with a shattering explosion of rent metal and broken glass. The guards were astounded, sure that they had killed the passengers but frozen at attention to survey the damage. Finally they began to step toward the mass of hissing smoking wreckage with their weapons cocked and ready. But the dozen or so guards froze again when a booming voice erupted from within the house.

“Was ist dies?” Max demanded, his eyes bulging at the demolished façade of the estate. He began shouting orders in German, and the guard nearest the car rushed to check on the car’s inhabitants, to see if they were alive or dead. He yanked open the door and found the driver hunched over and unmoving across the front seat and a pair of legs with red boots sticking out from beneath him. “Achtung! Come out of the car. Schnell!”

When there was no movement or response, Max lost patience and shoved the guard aside, reached inside and grabbed the driver by the collar of his bomber jacket. Once face-to-face, the man opened his eyes and grinned.

“Surprise!” Shafter exclaimed. His sidearm was drawn up and jammed barrel first under the chin of Max. At the same time Wonder Girl jumped out of the other side of the car, ready for action. A dozen weapons were lifted and aimed at once, ready to open fire.

Wonder Woman put her arms up in a defensive position ready to use her bracelets to deflect any bullets that came her way.

“Put your hands on top of your head and tell your boys to cool down or I’ll be obliged to open another hole in your thick head. Keep in mind I know a little German too, so don’t try anything cute.”

Max, seething with anger at having been tricked by the American, did as he was told and growled the order to stand down to the German guards. The steel-jawed men reluctantly lowered their weapons.

“Good boy,” Shafter said, keeping his .45 placed firmly under Max’s chin. “Now let’ s you and I move real nice and slow like so you can show me where Major Trevor and Wonder Woman are.”

Max’s cold stare bored a hole through Major Shafter. With his thick jaws clenched and a sneer creeping across his lips, he told Shafter, “Before all this is over, you will be dead Amerikaner, but not before I crush every bone in your body.”

“Oh, yeah? Well until that time, you’re my ace in the hole. After I see my friends are safe and sound, then maybe you and I will get a chance to tango, partner. Now move your sorry Kraut butt and lead us the way to your boss.”

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In the dungeon below, Wonder Woman was coming out of her induced slumber. With her head filled with cobwebs, she moaned from the dizzying effects of the chloroform fumes. Her body was weak and sore from the brutal punishment inflicted by Max. She didn’t realize that she had been out only minutes due to Max’s careless use of the cloth in his rush to battle more enemies. Diana feared he would come back at any moment to continue his cruel punishment. But when she listened, all she heard was silence.

Reaching deep into her Amazon traits, she quickly stiffened and gathered her resolve as she surveyed her situation. Her collar was chained to the bed. Incredibly, her captor had carelessly left the remains of her costume behind, including her belt and lasso! There was only one problem. It was on the other side of the room, and when she attempted to reach it, she found her collar chain was not long enough to allow her to reach it. Her fingertips were just inches away. She tried pulling the heavy metal framed bed, but it was bolted to the floor. Hera! Give me the wisdom! Diana prayed, bowing her head and clasping her hands at her forehead. She gasped when her fingers brushed against her tiara. By the gods! Thank you merciful ones!

If her mind hadn’t been so addled by the chloroform, she would have realized it sooner. She quickly removed the gold tiara from her head, stood back far enough so she could measure a suitable distance, and then aimed her throw. With the cuffs on her wrists, it was a more difficult, but years of practice honing her Amazon skills did not fail her. Whizzing through the air, the sparkling headpiece flew on its course like it had a life of its own, until it hooked a hanging loop of her golden lasso and brought it back toward the heroine in a flash. Once in her hands at last, Wonder Woman used her trusted lasso to latch her belt and the rest of her costume.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the heroine was back in full costume, including her gold bracelets. She thanked the gods that she was no longer shamed from baring her form to those cursed men. Now it was time to escape. Feeling the refreshing strength returning, Wonder Woman took hold of the collar chain, placed a boot against the rail of the metal bed, and wrenched the thick links apart as if they were made of soft clay. Then she tucked her slender fingers into the hard edges of the metal ring around her neck and snapped it open easily. Newly emboldened by her freedom, Wonder Woman took a deep breath. Now it was time to make these men pay for what they had done. The determined Amazon headed straight toward the cell door, gripped the handle firmly, ripped it from its hinges and threw it aside. She was shocked then to see Ambassador Kromov standing on the other side, staring at her with a calm arrogance.

“Hello, Wonder Woman.”

The heroine was taken by surprise by his serene demeanor. She wondered why he wasn’t afraid or not running away. She stepped toward him and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket. “I don’t know what you’re up to ambassador, but its over now. Tell me where Steve Trevor is right now, and I promise I won’ t break you in half.”

“I would like nothing more than to reunite you with your true love, Wonder Woman, but alas, that is not going to happen.” Diana tensed up. “If you’ve done anything to hurt him, by the gods I will…”

Kromov chuckled. “Oh, no, no, my dear. Major Trevor is quite well. But I’m afraid that very soon I will not say the same about you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look down near your feet,” Kromov said, lowering his eyes toward the floor. Diana glanced down and her blood froze in her veins like ice. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened in a silent scream. On the floor, inches from her boot, was a tiny black mouse with his shiny nostrils wrinkled and hair thin whiskers twitching as he stood on his hindquarters and sniffed the air in front of him.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Wonder Woman let out an ear-piercing scream and released the ambassador as if he had just caught fire. She nearly jumped out of her red boots as she stutter-stepped away from the tiny rodent and froze stiff when she was backed into the wall. Her hands flailed in front of the emblazoned eagle on her chest as if she were shooing away invisible flies. Kromov snickered watching the super heroine lift one leg, then the other, knowing her mind and body were shuddering in absolute terror at the threat of having the mouse crawl up her leg, much less having even one whisker brush against the toe of her boot.

This was the sort of contingency plan he was delighted to have thought of when he had Wonder Woman under his mind control. To implant an undeniable fear of small vermin in case she were to escape and try to harm him. He congratulated his own brilliance while he watched the once proud Amazon reduced to a typical whimpering woman, paralyzed with fear as the coal-colored mouse crept closer and closer towards her. “Please! That horrible creature! Get it away from me!” Wonder Woman begged. She was on the verge of tears. “Now that is no way to refer to my little friend, Lars.”

“Noooooooooooooooooooo!” Wonder Woman blubbered. The terror-induced tears began spilling out of her beautiful eyes. “Oh, come now, Wonder Woman. Do not be so dramatic. He is only a harmless mouse. You are a powerful Amazon. You could crush his tiny body with your boot if you so desired.” Wonder Woman felt a wave of nausea. Her stomach seemed to roll over inside her. She was literally trying to climb the walls to escape the dreaded creature. “Gods help me! Please! Don’t let it come any closer to me! I’m begging you!”

Kromov reached down, gingerly picked up the mouse by his skinny tail, and held it before Wonder Woman’s terrorized face. It only took seeing the tiny black marbles of its eyes to create open-mouthed panic in Diana. She gasped loudly, her eyes opened wide, and then they rolled up as an overwhelming feeling of dizziness overcame her. Something roared in her ears while the blood rushed from her face until it was completely pale. Then the Amazon fainted like a weak hearted girl.

Chapter Sixteen

Wonder Girl offered to stay behind to break the weapons of the guards and keep an eye on them while Shafter took Max to locate Steve, Diana and Ambassador Kromov. Once Shafter and Max were gone, Drusilla eyed the dozen guards with a smirk on her face, fists balled on her hips, legs apart in an arrogant stance, as if daring them to try anything just so she could thrash them to within an inch of their life. When they didn’t respond to her posturing, she tried taunting them verbally. “What’s the matter boys? Afraid of a little girl like me? I thought men like you were never afraid of a fight. I guess you’re all cowards! Just like in the war.”

The guards eyes looked at each other warily, silently trying to communicate to each other what each and every one of them wanted to do.

“Get her!” a guard yelled and the battle was on. They came at her simultaneously, with a few coming at her from the front while others reverted to their military training and flanked her from the sides and rear.

Wonder Girl’s confidence was bolstered by her heroics fighting crime ever since Wonder Woman had turned over the reins to her, but fighting common street thugs had not prepared her for the expert military trained hand to hand combat that these guards unleashed on her. For each and every blow that she deflected, twice as many fell about her limbs and torso. She had the advantage of her natural Amazon skills and speed, but still she felt their hard fists and boots finding their marks. She would lift and throw one across the room, and three others would pummel her body. When she turned her attention to the next and the next, fighting them off and tossing them aside, the first would recover and return to battle. The fierce cycle was relentless, and after several more minutes of hammering blows, Wonder Girl began to think that it might not have been such a good idea to taunt these war-hardened men into a fight.

“Is that all you boys have for me? I’ve fought tons better than you!” Wonder Girl bluffed, trying to put up a brave front in an attempt to shatter their nerves and steel her own confidence.

But each time the brave teen gained an advantage, one or more of the guards would use some dirty fighting technique to undermine her gains. Some stomped on her toes or kicked her hard in the shins, trying to trip her up as others came from behind and slugged her as hard as they could behind the head in an attempt to knock her down or out. Others tried to trap her arms in a bear hug her so others could pummel her freely, but Wonder Girl would lash out with her legs and kick them across the room. After awhile, the room was beginning to resemble a war zone with broken and shattered glass and furniture everywhere.

As Wonder Girl became more and more desperate to prevail, the guards became more determined than ever to defeat her, fearing retaliation from Kromov and Max if they failed their duty. Some picked up the broken remains of their weapons and used them as clubs, battering the heroine across the back and front. Their thirst for victory was so embedded in them that they never relented and showed no mercy. When Wonder Girl crumpled to one knee and quickly rose back up again, their confidence was bolstered while Wonder girl’s was diminished little by little.

Drusilla was gasping for air, her limbs becoming like lead weights, almost every inch of her skin covered with welts and scrapes. She called on the gods to give her more strength, slamming her fists into their bodies, crumpling a few while others kicked and punched. They were beating her down, but she never quit. After several more minutes of pounding, the half dozen guards who were still fighting began grabbing and hanging on, pulling her down like wild pack of dogs pulling down a wounded animal. The others recovered one at a time and piled on, smothering the teen until she was forced face down onto the hard floor. They pressed down on her and Drusilla felt as if her very being was being forced out of her body. She strained with the one last remaining ounce of strength in her body, but it only served to hasten her defeat. She only managed to utter one last long groan before passing out from exhaustion and the weight of the men.

When she was finally still, the guards rolled off of her one by one. They all laid around her, sweating, red-faced, bruised and hurting, some cut and bleeding, all gasping for air, and looking at each other with the realization that they had come together to defeat their unbelievably strong opponent. They looked at Wonder Girl, lying limp and vulnerable in the middle of the floor. Then they all grinned at each other, each knowing exactly what the others were thinking. One of the guards stood up and began to unbuckle his belt. The others followed his lead and surrounded Wonder Girl, as she lay moaning and barely conscious on the floor.

“Let us see how the Wonder Girl enjoys the German sausage,” one of the men laughed. The others roared and responded with enthusiastic affirmatives. “Ja, Ja!”

“Over my dead body,” came a hoarse voice from a doorway leading into the room. The dozen guards turned around to see Steve Trevor staring back at them. His wrists were still cuffed together with chains attached. His hands were bleeding from his struggle to pull the chain he had been suspended with out of the ceiling when Kromov had left him alone. There was no chance he was going to allow his wife to be hurt or take any more torture. When he came upon the aftermath of Wonder Girl’s battle with the guards, his fury grew and he was ready to lay waste to these cowards.

“Come over here and try me on for size.”

The guards, who were heavily bruised and sore from their clash with Wonder Girl, looked at each other tentatively. Although they outnumbered Trevor twelve to one, they could see a look of ready madness in the American that meant even if he was defeated, he was going to take as many of them with him as he could.

“Der Amerikaner ist ein lunatic,” one of them said. “Destroy him!”

“Come and get it, you dirty Krauts!”

Many of the men snarled at his insult. Their anger rose and the tension in the room built until all hell broke loose. The first guard to come at Steve was the unfortunate one to taste metal when Trevor swung his chain up and whipped it through the air to strike him across the face, knocking him cold. One down and eleven to go, Steve thought. He swung his chain again when the second guard came at him and it wrapped around his neck. Trevor used his arm strength to yank him across the room and the man’s momentum carried him into a third guards. When their bodies slammed into one another, their heads cracked and they both crumpled to the floor. Trevor pulled the chain loose just in time to meet a fourth attacker. He wrapped the chain around a fist flying towards him, spun his torso around and flipped the guard over his shoulders and sent him flying until he crashed on his back. Steve recovered in time to see a fifth guard coming at him. He sidestepped him shot his arm out simultaneously to execute a perfect clothesline.

The only standing five guards froze, amazed at how the American had dispatched their fellow guards. Only one thought better than to fight and ran out of the room while the other four were bristling with anger at seeing their comrades felled by the American. They were defeated in the war, but they would see each other in hell before they allowed themselves to be defeated and humiliated again. But before they could even attack, Steve struck first, whipping his chain to wrap around the ankles of the nearest guard and yanking as hard as he could to pull him off his feet. The guard struck the floor head and shoulders first just as Steve took a running start and then jumped in the air to deliver his heel to the chest of one of the two remaining, knocking him backwards until he stumbled and crashed through a glass paneled door.

When it was down to the last man, Steve was breathing hard, adrenaline pumping and ready to unleash his final fury on the guard, but the guard fell to his knees. “Please Amerikaner! Have mercy on me!”

Steve lifted the chain, and when the man crumbled completely to the floor in a quivering mass of fright, Trevor froze. The guard began blubbering, and Steve felt compelled to lower his arms and let the chain down. He was not a heartless barbarian after all. The guard flinched when the metal links clanked near him.

“Tell me where Wonder Woman is,” Steve ordered. The guard glanced up, his eyes alive with hope now that the American decided not to punish him.

“Ja! Ja! I will tell you! There is a dungeon beneath the house. I can show you!”

“Don’t move!” Steve ordered. While the guard nodded and froze in place, Trevor attended to Wonder Girl, who was moaning and trying to regain her battered senses. He made her as comfortable as possible until she was able to open her eyes.

“Steve?” Drusilla murmured weakly.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Where is Peter? And Diana?”

“Don’t worry. I’m about to go find them.”

“Let me go with you,” Wonder Girl said, attempting to rise.

Trevor held her down gently and told her, “No, stay here and don’t try to move until I get back. You’re too weak right now.”

“No, I’m not,” the heroine insisted, raising her torso up. But she quickly became dizzy and had to lie back down. “Don’t let them hurt Peter and Diana…”

Drusilla faded into unconsciousness. Steve laid her head down carefully and then nodded at the guard to lead the way to Wonder Woman.

Chapter Seventeen

Wonder Woman awoke from her fainting spell to find herself unable to see and barely able to breath. A glossy black leather hood had been placed over her entire head with a built in plug gag that filled her mouth. There was a hole at the top where her dark curls were pulled through to create a sort of helmet plumage. The only other opening in the stifling bondage hood was a slit just under her nose. She felt a lingering dizziness that she knew was not from the effect of fainting.

While she was under her fainting spell, Wonder Woman had been dosed with a generous amount of chloroform by Kromov to ensure she would not awaken until he had placed the Amazon into his elaborate bondage deathtrap. Her arms were pulled behind her back and strapped at the wrists and above the elbows before they were sheathed into a single patent leather glove that laced all the way up to her bare biceps. At the finger end of the glove sheath, there was a silver ring with a chain linked to a crotch harness that was cinched ultra tight around her waist and up between her legs. Any attempt to move her arms resulted in the humiliation of the harness thong to dig into the tender crevice of her groin. Her legs were folded backwards, crisscrossed and trussed together at the ankles and then pulled back and attached to the crotch harness as well.

There were other straps that wrapped across and around her chest and back as well, around her upper arms and thighs, all suspending her off the floor at different points so that the final effect was that Wonder Woman was caught in the middle of an elaborate spider web of straps, holding her tight and fast so that she was unable to twitch even one muscle. The tension was calculated to be equally displaced over the heroine’s entire body, and when Wonder Woman attempted to shift her position, which in itself was next to impossible, she felt an extreme strain on her limbs. As Diana twitched and moaned from the pain and discomfort of her stringent bondage, she realized that she had only mortal strength because Kromov had removed her belt again. There was a sense now that either he or Max was moving close by.

Vladimir Kromov, the one-time officer of Der Fuhrer’s Gestapo and current spy for the Estatvian government, was diligently double-checking his handiwork, confident that the intruders were being taken care of by the loyal and battle-hardened ex-Nazi commandos he currently employed as his personal guards. He was also certain Max was making mince meat of Wonder Girl and the American. An earlier call to his apartment had settled his fears concerning his daughter Karina. She had been ordered to look after Wonder Girl earlier that evening, but an unknown American had interrupted her in her duties. He was going to have to punish his daughter severely for her failures, but that would have to wait until he had the opportunity. Right now he had to concentrate on the business at hand, which was destroying an Amazon once and for all.

Once he was completely satisfied the trap was complete, Kromov told the heroine, “Wonder Woman, the feminine ideal and the ultimate symbol of America’s imperialist society, so strong and independent. Now it is time to obliterate that symbol of purity, freedom and democracy.”

Wonder Woman cocked her head to the side, trying to listen closely to Kromov’s statement, which was muffled through the thick leather of her hood. She tensed up when she heard the word, “obliterate.”

Kromov inserted a rubber “Y” valve with two plugs into the nostrils of Wonder Woman’s head mask. She grunted behind the cowl and tried to resist but she could not keep Kromov from stuffing them all the way in until they plugged her nasal passages. With his hand on the other end of a tube that was attached to the valve, Kromov covered the open end of the tube with his thumb to cut off the Amazon’s air. Wonder Woman tried not to panic when she suddenly found herself unable to breath, but in seconds she began to twist and squirm in her bondage trap. Kromov watched for several seconds while the heroine struggled and tensed, uttering muffled grunts. At the very last second, he opened the tube and heard the hiss of air as Wonder Woman inhaled precious oxygen through the nostril tubes. Over and over again he toyed with her, cutting off her breathing just to watch her reactions of panic and desperation merely for his own perverse pleasure.

Now it was time for the to turn the humiliation up a notch. Kromov attached the open end of the breathing tube to a device that he strapped snugly between Wonder Woman’s legs. “I think you will enjoy this very much, Wonder Woman. This machine is set for the ultimate in sexual stimulation. But it has been modified so that its level of stimulation will depend on your breathing, or rather, lack of it. Once it begins you will soon figure it out. At least you will be secure in the knowledge that your last minutes of time here on earth will be filled with ecstasy.”

With that Kromov turned on the device. Wonder Woman tensed when she felt a sudden surge of tantalizing stimulation between her legs. It was so intense that she gasped and held her breath for a moment. In that brief time of non-breathing, the device slowed its stimulation to almost nothing. When Wonder Woman exhaled, the machine slowly started up again, growing in intensity until it seemed to be pounding away and stroking the Amazon’s vagina at full throttle force. The vibrations forced the heroine to tense up while her hips were forced to squirm and grind against the molestations of the machine. When it became too much to bare, Wonder Woman groaned behind her mask and held her breath. Thankfully, the machine slowed to a stop, and Diana gasped with relief. Then it jumped to life again. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that the machine’s actions depended solely on her breathing. As long as oxygen was flowing in and out of the tube buried in her nostrils, the erotic machine would wreak havoc on her most intimate of areas.

By the gods! This thing will be the death of me! I can’t allow it to force pleasure from me while he watches! I have to fight it! And so Wonder Woman began to hold her breath, forcing the sex machine to halt its grinding stimulation. But sooner or later, the heroine had to take a breath, and when she did…

“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!” Wonder Woman grunted behind the bondage mask. She could not believe how powerful this machine was working to pleasure her. After several more minutes of harrowing starting and stopping, holding her breath and gasping for air, Diana was distressed to discover that the intensity of the machine stimulations was in direct proportion to how long she held her breath. The longer she stopped breathing, the harder it pounded her sex, driving her into mind-bending throes of ecstasy. The shorter her breaks between breaths, the less force the machine used to violate her. But even the less powerful stimulation was enough to elicit grunts and whimpers of ecstasy from the ravaged heroine. Not long after that, the Amazon’s body tensed up as her body caved under the increasing pressure on her pussy.

“UMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPH!” she groaned, while her head twisted from side to side and her body shivered while orgasms ripped through her Amazon body. No! This can’t me happening! Hera! Help me!

“Yes, I see that you are growing fond of my machine, Wonder Woman. As you will discover, with each orgasm, the stimulation will grow with more and more intensity. Soon, you will be climaxing non-stop until you pass out from exhaustion. The machine will recognize that and allow you a brief respite. But then the entire process will start all over again.” Once Kromov finished explaining the details of his insidious machine, he let out a cackle that chilled Wonder Woman to the bone.

“And so my work here is done, Wonder Woman. I have collected all I will need to bury your beloved country. Now I will destroy any evidence of my espionage here and you along with it. I am sorry you cannot see it, but right below you is a rather large crate filled with powerful explosives and a detonator set for half an hour from now. After I’m gone, it will detonate. Alas, your husband Major Trevor, Wonder Girl and that would-be rescuer will all be blown to extremely small pieces. I doubt they will even recover a tooth. At this moment, my daughter is sweeping my apartment and the embassy for any incriminating evidence and by this time tomorrow we will all be returning to Estatvia to put our plans in motion while the explosion here will be explained away as a gas leak and no one will be the wiser.”

“I’ll be the wiser,” came a voice from behind. Kromov gasped and turned quickly to see an American with a gun pointed at the back of his trusted comrade, Max, who stared at Kromov with shame in his eyes.

“You!” Kromov hissed when he recognized Major Shafter from the Pentagon staff. He was the only officer mysteriously not present at the officer’s gathering during Trevor’s wedding when he set his elaborate mind control plans in motion. He was outraged and shocked that the American had gotten the better of Max.

“That’s right, you Nazi scumbag! Major Peter Shafter, U.S. Army, one of Uncle Sam’s finest, at your service!”

“Hmm, it seems as if you have me at a disadvantage, Major. But as you well know, I have full diplomatic immunity. You cannot touch me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, numb nuts. As an intelligence officer of the United States Army, I am fully authorized to use whatever means necessary to bring down any spies that threaten the safety of this country and its citizens.”

Kromov pretended to be offended at the insinuation. “Spies? Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t act innocent…ambassador…and I use that term loosely. I know all about your so-called intelligence gathering. I hate to break it to you, pal, but everything you’ve been gathering for the last few months is bogus.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All those officers you mind-controlled? We knew all about that back at the Pentagon. That’s why all those…ahem…classified documents you have now are worthless. Those weapons systems were scrapped years ago as outdated or flawed. You know, we were tempted to let you build that atom bomb just to see it blow up in your face.”

“Gott in Himmel! This cannot be true! I have encryption codes! The latest in your weapons specifications! Battle procedures!”

“All phony, pal. And Trevor himself was none the wiser. It was fed to him by yours truly. Even those other officers at that meeting you had during Trevor’s wedding. It look’s like the last laugh is on you!”

Kromov was frozen at the realization of Shafter’s words. He could not believe it. The audacity of this American to think he could fool him with this counter-espionage. All his intricate planning and work was for nothing. His jaws were clenched, furious of what he was facing. Utter defeat as well as the humiliation of returning to Estatvia to reveal that his plans had failed miserably. No! Kromov thought. This cannot be happening. I might as well be dead. And if I am going to die, it might as well be as a fighting soldier and I shall take my enemies with me. He knew Shafter was not aware of the bomb underneath Wonder Woman. All he had to do was keep him busy for thirty minutes and they would all be dead. It was simple.

“Turn that thing off!” Shafter ordered, referring to the device pummeling Wonder Woman’s private parts.

“I am afraid I cannot do that, Major,” Kromov lied. “It is a timing device that will detonate this crate of explosives in about an hour. It has a trap that will ignite if it is tampered with.”

“Disconnect it!”

“I cannot, even if I wanted to.”

“Do it or your stooge here bites it,” Shafter said, shoving his sidearm into Max’s ribs.

“His death will not matter one way or another,” Kromov said calmly.

Max’s eyes grew bigger. He could not believe his leader would sacrifice him without a second thought.

“I’ll count to five…”

Kromov smiled arrogantly. “Be my guest.”

“One…”

Max began to get nervous.

“Two…”

Shafter and Kromov locked eyes with each other.

“Three…”

Max blurted, “Herr Kromov…. please…”

“Four…”

“Do not worry, Max. He is a compassionate Amerikaner. He will not kill you.”

Shafter cocked his gun, and the sound made Max flinch. With a yell he ran toward Kromov and seized him by the throat. “Disconnect it! Don’t let him kill me!”

“Max! No! Urrrrgggh!” Kromov screamed before Max’s Fingers squeezed his throat.

BLAM!!!

Max screamed and threw Kromov aside. He whirled around to see Shafter standing with his gun pointed in the air with smoke coming from the barrel. Max nearly fainted in fright, sure that he had been shot. Enraged, he charged at Shafter, lowering his body in a tackling position. Just as Max crunched into his midsection, Shafter slammed the butt of his gun down as hard as he could on Max’s spine. Max squealed from the acute pain in his back, but he was still successful in driving Shafter backwards.

“UNNNFF!” Shafter let out a grunt when his back struck the wall. The force caused him to loosen his grip on his pistol, but not before he got off a shot in the direction of Kromov, who was escaping out a hidden door. He saw the ambassador flinch and let out a shout, but then he was gone. The next thing he knew, Max was in his face, red-faced with fury. The fight of his life was on. The bulky German had at least fifty or more pounds on him with thick layers of hard muscle. It was going to take every dirty fighting trick in his repertoire to bring the lug down. The first thing he did was drive the hard toe of his shoe into Max’s shin. He watched Max grimace and utter a silent scream as he went down on one knee to clutch his leg. Shafter took advantage of Max’s vulnerable position to cup his hands and swatted them hard on the German’s ears, popping the eardrums with a hard force of air. That did the trick. Max was now holding his ears and screaming in agony. Now was not the time to show mercy. He knew if he let up, Max would not hesitate to break him in half, and he could literally do it. He drove his knee upward into his Max’s chin, stunning him enough to allow Shafter to unleash his patented left-right-left combination that kept him undefeated when he was on the Army boxing team and in more than one bar fight. But Max had an iron jaw. The knuckle blows weakened him, but he was still conscious and trying to stand up to fight back. There was no more time to think. Shafter brought his leg back and kicked Max full force in the groin. There was a sickening thud, Max uttered a high-pitched grunt, and then he keeled over on his side and curled up in a fetal position, cupping his jewels and weeping like a baby.

Shafter, gasping, hurried to pick up his gun and then rushed over to Wonder Woman, who was groaning and moaning as her body pulsed with another in a long series of orgasms. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMPPPH!”

Just as Shafter reached her, Trevor and the German guard entered the dungeon room.

“Shafter! What are you doing here?” Trevor shouted.

“Saving your sorry ass,” Shafter replied. The two of them barely had time to exchange any more pleasantries. Both their attentions were focused on Wonder Woman.

“My, God, what did he do to her?” Trevor said, reaching to free his wife.

“Wait…! Don’t touch her!” Shafter warned.

“What? Why?”

“That thing between her legs is some kind of detonation device and this crate is filled with explosives. It’s going to go off in an hour.”

Wonder Woman heard Shafter say this and began grunting and moaning to get them to remove her hood so she could tell them it was not true.

Trevor took a closer look at the stimulator throbbing away on his wife’s groin. “There’s nothing connecting it to the timer on the crate.”

“That’s what Kromov told me.”

“Kromov? Where is he?”

“He just escaped while I was fighting that mug over there. I think I plugged him with a bullet though. He can’t be far.”

Trevor saw Max curled up on the floor, still whimpering. “Kromov was lying. He was probably buying time so he could escape. That’s the real detonator,” he said, pointing to the device on the crate “That clock is set to go off in about twenty minutes.”

While Trevor and Shafter were concentrating on the bomb, the German guard who led Trevor to the dungeon had sneaked away from them and took off out the hidden door Kromov had escaped from.

“I’m going after him…and Kromov!” Shafter said. “You take care of your wife.”

“All right,” Trevor agreed. When Shafter started out after Kromov, he called out, “Shafter!”

“Yea?”

“Thanks.”

Shafter winked and then disappeared through the hidden door. Once he was gone, Trevor began to free Diana from the insidious death trap, diligently removing the stimulator first and then disconnecting the tube from her mask. Wonder Woman’s body began to calm down while she inhaled air through the nostril holes of the stifling black cowl.

Thank the gods! Steve is here! Diana sighed as she felt her beloved husband carefully cut and loosen her bonds. She wanted him to remove the cursed mask first, but for some reason he concentrated on the straps and ropes first. It took all of fifteen minutes to undo all the ropes. By the time he got her completely free, Diana was anxiously squirming to grasp the hood and try to remove it, but she had to wait for Steve to find the zipper in the back. When he finally unzipped the foul hood and pulled it free, Wonder Woman uttered a loud gasp, “AAAAAAAAAAH!”

“Oh, Steve! It was horrible! Thank goodness you’re here!” she moaned in distress, embarrassment, shame and relief as she fell into his arms.

“Everything all right now, darling,” Steve comforted her. “Come on, we have to get out of here before this thing explodes.”

With her body stunned and weakened from countless orgasms, Wonder Woman allowed Steve to lead her gingerly back up the stairs to the mansion, where they found Wonder Girl waiting, also weak and beaten down but none the worse for wear.

“Dru! What happened?” Diana gasped when she saw her sister’s bruised and battered body.

“I’m all right Diana,” Drusilla assured her.

“Hurry, we’ve only got seconds,” Trevor warned.

The three of them hurried outside, and when they were no more than thirty feet from the crashed in front doors, the entire building lit up, followed by a tremendous earthquake of an explosion that propelled Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, and Steve Trevor off their feet and flying across the manicured lawn of Vladimir Kromov’s estate. They hit the ground with three resounding thuds and rolled several more feet while bits of glass, bricks, mortar, roofing tiles, furniture and all manner of household items came showering down around them in flames. They managed to scramble to their feet and escape the debris by diving into a huge pond and staying under water until the worst of the explosive rain was over. When they finally came up, they struggled to get up and out of the pond and lay still for quite awhile until they could recover. In the background, the remains of Kromov’s once grand estate was smoldering.

“Diana, Drusilla, are you all right?” Trevor asked when he was finally able to get enough strength to rise.

“Yes, my love,” Diana said, her body covered with soot and pond water. Only the sparkle of her blue eyes showed through. “Are you?”

“I’m fine,” Steve said. Despite her harried condition, Diana still looked incredibly beautiful.

“If anyone cares, I’m fine too,” Drusilla said, sitting up.

Both Steve and Diana smiled and went to embrace Drusilla. All three were startled by a voice.

“All right, take it to a hotel room people!”

All three looked up to see Major Shafter walking toward them holding the scruff of Kromov’s neck firmly with one hand, and his sidearm in the another, aimed at the back of the marching German guard, who had his hands locked behind his head like a prisoner of war. Kromov was moaning and groaning while he clutched his wounded arm where Shafter’s bullet found its mark.

“You got him!” Trevor exclaimed.

“Of course! You expected any less? Major Shafter always gets his man! Jeez maybe I’ll even get a promotion now!”

“How in the world…?” Trevor started to ask, amazed by the tenacity of his fellow officer.

“Hey, we can sit down and hash all this over some beers later. Right now I think we need to get our ladies home and this Nazi spy here in custody.”

“And don’t forget his daughter,” Drusilla reminded them, still reeling with her memories of Karina’s perverted tortures.

Chapter Eighteen

The setting was at a secluded two-story lake cabin in the West Virginian wilderness. Diana Prince and her sister Drusilla were sunning on the dock after a leisurely swim in the lake. Diana wore a black one-piece bathing suit with her hair pulled back in a sensible ponytail while Drusilla was in her pigtails and a white two-piece bikini with yellow polka dots. Steve Trevor and Pete Shafter were on the beach at the outdoor grill, tending to the fillets of trout they had fished from the lake that bright afternoon. It had been months now since their encounter with Vladimir Kromov and his daughter Karina, who were both in the custody of military intelligence.

“So, you never told me, what made a confirmed bachelor like you decide to settle down and get married?” Trevor asked his friend.

Shafter sipped his beer and told Trevor, “Are you kidding? How could I say “no” to a girl like Dru? Don’t get me wrong, Steve-O. It was a big decision that I did not take lightly. It took some long and hard thinking on my part. I weighed all the positives and negatives. On one hand Dru is a young, beautiful, vivacious teenager, eager to please if you know what I mean… wink, wink. On the other hand, she’s an Amazon super heroine with all that entails. Plus she’s stubborn and impetuous and prone to drama just like typical girls her age. But when it was all said and done, what really closed the deal were three things. First of all, I’m nuts about that kid. Second of all, I’d have Wonder Woman as my sister-in-law.” Shafter paused and sipped his beer.

“And the third?” Trevor asked.

Shafter gave Trevor a wide grin and slapped him on the back. “I get to have my good buddy Steve as my brother-in law, what else?”

The men enjoyed a good laugh and soon the meal was ready. Shafter had made up a special batch of tartar sauce for the fish. Strictly for fun, he had added a dose of the Kromov’s mind control drug. He had secretly procured it from the evidence recovered from Karina’s possession after her capture. He wanted to see how much he could get away with by having Steve, Diana and Drusilla under his control.

After making sure they had eaten plenty of fish with his special sauce, Shafter decided to test their reactions to the drug, if any. He began with a subtle question. “This sure is great. I’m having the time of my life here. Don’t you think we should all stay a few extra days?”

“That would be lovely,” Diana said immediately, and looked over at Steve for his approval. “What do you think darling?”

“Sounds great to me, honey!” Steve agreed with enthusiasm.

“Me too!” Drusilla chimed in.

“Are you sure you don’t need to be back at the Pentagon, Steve?”

“Well, actually I do, but I’ll work something out, dear.”

That sealed it for Shafter as far as Trevor was concerned. Normally nothing would ever have come between Steve and his duties at the Pentagon. But to make absolutely sure, he shouted to Steve, “Trevor, drop and give me twenty!”

Trevor leaped out of his chair in a flash, got down on the ground and began counting off push-ups as if he was back in basic training and Shafter was his drill instructor. When he was done, Trevor stood up at attention, waiting to receive his next order. Instead Shafter had Diana and Drusilla repeat the same exercise. By the time they were through, Shafter had all three of them standing side by side stiff at attention like three raw recruits.

“At ease!” Shafter exclaimed. He leaned back in his chair, fully satisfied with the results. When Steve, Diana and Drusilla sat back down, Shafter decided to try something else. He looked at Drusilla and told her, “Sweetheart, skip over to the cooler and grab me another brewsky.”

Without any hesitation, Drusilla jumped out of her chair and literally skipped over to the ice chest with her pigtails bouncing to get her beloved husband a cold beverage. When she brought it back to him, she ignored the bottle opener and used her Amazon strength to twist off the metal cap and dutifully presented it to Shafter.

“Can I get you anything else, Honeybunch?” Drusilla asked, eager to serve.

“No, Sweet Pea. That will be all for now,” Shafter said with a smug grin. Drusilla was definitely under the effect of the mind control drug.

As the afternoon went by, Shafter’s suggestions became more and more bold and the three others offered no resistance or questions. At one point he suggested a feats of strength test between Diana and Drusilla so he and Steve could sit back and be entertained by their rock throwing contest, a rope tug of war and even a two out of three falls wrestling match that Diana narrowly won from the determined but disappointed Drusilla.

Shafter knew it was time for the ultimate test. With his heart pounding in anticipation, he asked the other three out of the blue, “Are you guys in for a little fun tonight?”

They all answered affirmatively and eagerly.

“What do you say to swapping partners for tonight?”

There was a great pause, and Shafter realized he might have gone too far. Steve seemed to be mulling over the provocative idea, while Diana and Drusilla were both staring at him with amazed expressions.

Drusilla was shocked at her husband’s suggestion, but when she considered the idea of sleeping with Steve, something made her tingle inside. The fact that her husband wanted her to sleep with his best friend intrigued her, but the thought of him sleeping with her sister Diana disturbed her and made her naturally jealous.

“Honey, are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I think it would be a gas!”

“Really?” Drusilla seemed to get more enthusiastic over the idea all of a sudden.

“Sure, baby! What do you think Steve? Wouldn’t you like to spend the night with Dru to see what it’s like? Try something different and fun?”

“Yes, I think I would really like that,” Steve said, warming to the idea.

“What about you, Diana?”

She never thought about it before, but now that he brought it up, there was something about it that seemed to tug at her. The more she thought about having sex with Peter, the more it appealed to her and made her uneasy at the same time. Because of her deep and binding love for Steve, she was understandably conflicted. It was exciting to think of, but wouldn’t she be betraying Steve’s trust? With increasing intensity, the thought of sleeping with Peter was nudging its way into her psyche. Diana turned to Steve to search for some sign of his permission. “Steve? It wouldn’t bother you if I slept with Peter?”

“Not at all. I think it would be…exciting!” Steve said with conviction.

Drusilla gasped with excitement and Diana seemed to feel an utter sense of relief that the idea was swapping partners with Drusilla was nothing unusual. In fact it was the most normal idea in the world and she began looking more and more forward to doing it.

“Can we start right now?” Drusilla asked. She was obviously excited about the whole thing. Shafter recognized her expression. It was the one she had whenever she was extremely hot and horny.

“It’s up to Steve and Diana,” Shafter said.

“Absolutely,” Steve said, getting up and reaching out to take Drusilla by the hand. The teen took it and immediately began to tug Steve toward the cabin.

“Come on, let’s go!”

That left Peter and Diana. Diana was nervous with anticipation but Shafter didn’t rush her. They held hands and made out by the edge of the lake for a while, their tongues dancing, hands roaming until Diana was starting to get all worked up. When they finally broke their kiss, Diana told Peter, “Let’s go inside.”

Shafter smiled and led the way to the cabin. On their way upstairs they could hear the muffled moans of ecstasy coming from behind the door of the downstairs bedroom. They smiled knowingly at each other. Suddenly Diana was overcome with the overwhelming urge to have sex with Peter right then and there. She pulled him urgently to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. Without any hesitation she yanked off his hiking boots, peeled his shirt off and yanked down his jeans and skivvies. While he lay back in bed, she peeled off her black one-piece bathing suit and crept into bed with Peter. Once under the sheets, their bodies entwined and never came apart for the rest of that night and into the early hours of the next morning.

During their lovemaking, after experimenting with multiple acts and positions, Shafter vigorously humped Diana from behind while she was on all fours, clenching the pillow in her fists while she pushed her hips back to meet Peter’s thrusts. Occasionally they heard a high-pitched squeal from Drusilla or a loud series of grunts from Steve, which Diana recognized as his sounds of release. The sound of their lovemaking made Diana more aroused than ever, and she ached to be pumped and filled with Peter’s seed again and again and again.

By the gods! I love Steve with all my heart, but right now Peter is making me feel so…so incredible and…alive! Diana was driven to the brink over and over and she could not seem to get enough of him. She lost count of how many times Peter made her climax and she him, but after one final intense orgasm, she swooned aloud.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” With light-headed ecstasy, the immortal Amazon fell dazed into a blissful slumber, slick with perspiration as she curled up in Peter’s arms.

As he lay spooning with Diana’s warm body against his, Shafter decided it would be a great idea that once they all returned back to their normal routines in Washington D.C., they would have to do this at least once a week, just to keep their married lives from getting boring or complacent. He fantasized about all the possibilities of their entwined relationships. In his mind there would come a time very soon when he would have to send Steve on some long errand so he could have a good old-fashioned ménage a trois with Drusilla and Diana. The thought of having two smoking hot sisters at once gave him an erection and he began to dream of the Amazon sisters in his bed both fighting to go down on him while he lay back on his pillows. While he dreamed of it, he pushed Diana’s head down toward his lap and she eagerly began to suckle him until he gushed down her throat.

THE END

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